Ashley's POV:

The awestruck look of Olivia's face was priceless. She just kept staring at our new house with her eyes wide and her moth agape. She was entirely oblivious to the fact that I had stopped the car in the driveway, and was still in her own world. I decided to kiss her to wake up from her daze. Purely for skiing her from her shock, of course.

Oh what the hell, I hadn't seen my girlfriend for a fucking month, I was entitled for some lip-action.

I leaned towards her, and gently pressed my lips to hr own, surprising her from the sudden contact, but neither of us complained as she evidently deepened the kiss. Wrapping her arms around my neck an tangling her small, manicured hands into my hair.

As always, we both pulled away way too soon for either roof our likings, but now the we permanently lived together, nothing would ever interrupt us ever again.


Liv's POV:

Ashley carried me out of his car and up to his house, due to my dazed state, (which I was still in) I was momentarily paralyzed and unable to move on my own. Not that either of us cared really.

We were surprisingly greeted by two adorable dog when Ash opened the front door, and I cooed and scooped one up in my arms. I'd always wanted a dog grooming up, but Jesse had been afraid of them.

Oh no... Jessie...

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I screamed. And screamed. I couldn't stop. It was all I could do but collapse onto my hands and knees and soak into the floorboards. If it wasn't for the aching rawness in my throat, I wouldn't of even noticed that I was screaming to begin with. It seemed like my brain had shut down, and all I could somehow captivate was the gruesome and very real image before me.

She was dead.

That's what the still operating part of my brain told me. But it just could;t be true. It wasn't. I knew it wasn't.

This was all just some twisted nightmare, and sooner or later I would awake, soaked in sweat no doubt, and then I would see Jessica, and she'd hold me until I calmed down, and then we'd share a good laugh about how funny I looked with my hair stuck every this way and that. Then we'd go downstairs other and eat ice cream and we'd stay up until the sun rose and just talk. That was what was going to happen, I was sure.

But that didn't happen. even after I signed back control over my body and I rushed to her still side. I desperately shook her, squeezing her small, frail hand as I did so, an began to sob when she didn't respond. Next I checked her for a heart rate, or a sign of breathing, anything that let me know that she was alive.

But there was nothing. No steady, strong heartbeat, that always ceased to astound me at how powerful such a small heart could be. There isn't any shallow breathing coming from her pale, parted lips. Little blood pooled from the fresh wounds on her sides, the red liquid coating the floor indicated that those gashes had long since bled out, possibly ending her life in the process. All of her bandages concealing her fading scars were torn to shreds and masked with red. Everything was red. Except for where there was no colour or light at all.

The blinds were drawn tightly closed, with tiny glimpses of the approaching sunlight streaming in through cracks. The lights flicked off, as if Jessie's only intention of the night was to fall asleep, and awake the following morning. Everything was frozen, nothing dishevelled like the room usually appeared at this time of day, and ti was eerily quiet. Despite my sobs and screams.

And then I heard her, her yelling and crying as she sobbed into the telephone, urging for an emergency vehicle to arrive as quickly as possible. But ti didn't matter. Because I knew that she was dead, and I knew that she wouldn't be coming back.

She was too far gone, even when she was breathing.

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Breaking. Screaming. Faking. Dreaming.
Dying. Crying. Always lying.
Praying. Saying. Never silent.
Cutting. Starving. Slowing fading.
Disappearing.
Forever.

Notes

sorry if it was shit....

I felt really bad since i haven't updated in a day, and yeah... Sorry everyone!