Broken Dead Boy

Andy was a mess. His dislocated arm hung at his side, blood dripping from a gash just above his elbow. His torn shirt revealed more lacerations and purple bruising along his broken ribs. His scarred legs hung off the edge of the bed, a nurse fussing over his broken ankle. His free arm was clutching at Ashley’s shirt as he sobbed into his friend’s chest.
Ashley bit his lip, running his fingers through Andy’s hair, whispering encouraging thoughts to him as he tried to comfort his distraught friend.
But wait.
Why am I starting here?
This really isn’t a good place to start this story.
So,
Let’s go back to the beginning…

Notes

AN: Hey guys, I'm new on is site, so I hope you like my new story! It will be updated as ten as possible and is also on my account on Google+.
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