Andy POV
I woke up with the biggest hangover I have ever felt. Probably due to the fact that the drowned my sorrows in alcohol while having a hangover. I was faintly aware of someone shaking me. "Andy, aaaandy. ANDY" I jerked awake. "I'm up, I'm up, damn." I sat up, groaned, then laid back down. "My head is splitting!" I moan. Ashley shakes his head. "I'll go make some coffee and find the ibuprofen." While he is doing that, everything hit me all at once. I jump up and sprint to the bathroom, barely making it to the toilet. I start puking up whatever I had in my stomach. Off to the side, I hear Ashley walk in. "I guess you won't be having coffee." After I am done puking, I start crying. "Andy, hey..." Ashley pulls me to the couch and covers me with a blanket. "I....I hurt her Ashley. I promised I would keep her safe but, I am the one that hurt her." I stop making any noise and tears just roll silently down my face. "Andy, I'm sorry."
Tempest POV
I woke up feeling normal, and then it hit me. "Oh Andy..." I start crying. "I'm so sorry..." I run into the bathroom to try and find my blade. I look in my normal place, under the mat where I have taped it there. I look in my mirror-cabinet and find my anti-depressant pills. I dump them all in my hand and throw them into my mouth. Not fast enough. I climb into the bathtub, easy clean up. I slowly run the blade across my wrists several times. Then I do one right over the vain, deep enough to have tears fill my eyes. Finally, I feel darkness enclosing me. I cut myself one more time. This time, so deep all I see is blood, pouring out of my wrists. This should have happened a long time ago.

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