Disclaimer: Hello all! This is a new Marble Hornets Masky/Tim x OC fanfic! This is my very first Marble Hornets fanfiction, therefore, it may be a little rough around the edges. But I promise it will get better! Pardon any spelling mistakes or other mistakes. I do not own any thing besides my OC Ashton. Enjoy!

WRITING ON THE WALL

Prologue

As a child, I didn't talk much. It was always, "Ashton, the quite one." But that is just what may be why I was so liked by people, I was quite.

It was funny when people thought I was mute, saying things like "shake your head yes if you agree" or "Nod if you understand."

I guess being quite was just natural, I didn't do it on purpose, I just found it better if I just kept my mouth shut. I don't mind loud people, they would fill in the silence I create. But, there were some people that were LOUD. It always bugged me when people would say things that weren't needed.

"I'm tired" or "I'm bored" really bugged me the most. I mean, Why say it? Nobody cares if your tired, get to bed earlier. Or if your bored, find something better to do then to complain to us.

But, I did have one person that understood.

My sister.

My lovely sister Lori.

She knew all of my hobbies, breaking points, likes, dislikes, you name it! She also knew that I don't talk much.

She was my savior, the only one who understood.

We would get pads of paper and pass notes instead of talking, or in public she would pass encouraging notes to me.

It ticked our parents off, not know what we were writing. Lori and I found it hilarious.

But, I wasn't silent all the time. Oh no!

The times I would talk, was with Lori. We would joke and just talk about anything that came to mind. Way past when our parents put us to bed, she would sneak into my room and we would play games and talk about different topics.

But…as they all say, nothing lasts forever….

My loving sister Lori, Died. No- was Murdered.

When we talked to each other, Lori would ask how I was doing, how I was feeling. She was always so concured about my well-being. We never talked about her life, maybe if we had, she would be here today.

Now that I look back on our conversations, she would constently ask me about my school life, if I was getting bullied, needed help in a topic in school, or if I was sick. Never said a word about herself.

As a 17 year old, I see how lucky I was back then, and how I should have turned those concers for her safety as health right back at her.

But no, maybe if I had asked her about her life and if she was sick or being bullied.

Maybe if I had asked if she was getting bullied, those stupid boys wouldn't have attacked her.

And beat her.

Maybe if I had walked home that day, I could have gotten help.

I wish I could go back in time and ask her, help her.

Like she had done for me…

All of it was my fault.

I could have changed the course of time and saved her.

So badly, I wish I could go back and undo what was done….

So badly….

Chapter 1

Even to this day, I still carry a note pad, just for safe keeping. But, I can't talk to anyone.

Not anymore anyways…

After my sisters…murder, my family was a wreak. Always yelling at me or each other, getting drunk, apologizing, then fighting again.

So I decided to move out, finally.

Even if my parents fought, they would still come to me for a listening ear. First, my mom came in, always sobbing. First, she would rant about how stupid father was, and wishing he would just leave. Then came the rant about how sorry she was. Then she would just cry for 5 minutes straight. THEN, she would say things to make herself feel better.

NEXT, my father would come in. Ranting just as mother would, saying things like "that stupid women, can't do anything right!" I would only nod and act like I really care. Then, the same thing would happen, he would go out for a drink with his buddies and come home drunk.

All in a days work…*sigh*

I let out a long sigh, the only sound I made that day.

I walked drearily up the second floor stairs of the hotel I was staying in. Such a long school day, and to make it worse, I still had a paper to finish.

I groaned and unlock my room with the room key, shutting the door softly and collapsing on the hotel bed.

The only good thing I got out of being here, was the peacefulness, no mother and father, quite neighbors and great food. What more could a teenage girl such as myself want?

I shrugged off my bag, swinging it on the bed. I flip it open and file through it, 'math papers…my Holocaust speech…My French book…books, books and more books…and-ah ha!' and out came my essay!

It was a rather easy topic, London's glory days. I was already almost done with the essay, writing always being my strong point. When everyone else struggled in the skill, I excelled in it. Call it my favorite hobby I guess.

In a matter of minutes later, I was already done and putting it back in my bag. I personally took pride in 'wowing' my teachers, with handing in the longest essay, or handing it in first. Or even doing any problem in any given amount of time. In my free time I will study, read or write. Hell, that's what I do all the time.

I giddily strolled over to my laptop, logging in and pulling up my latest story. It was called, 'Masked.'

I may not talk much, but every girl my age has her fantasies~

I smile wildly as I re-read my work, it was by far the best thing I've written! Just as a re-set my fingers over the keys, I was interrupted by a grumble.

Ashton processing….

Processing complete.

I was starving, I haven't eaten anything today.

I sighed at the irony, Closing my laptop, I get up and grab my room key before leaving the room.

'I wonder what th-' I was cut off suddenly by colliding with another person.

"I-I'm s-sorry!" I apologized quickly, my voice horse from lack of use. I felt the heat rise to my face as I lowered my head. I wanted to do this with little to none human interaction….

"N-no, don't worry about it." The voice who answer me, was a male. He sounded…distracted.

I lifted my head and looked at the poor soul that I ran into.

But instead, I was met with a black lensed camera. I backed away a bit, 'A camera? Really?'

"Ah! Sorry about that." The male voice said again. This time I was met with the owner of the voice, A thin man with sandy blonde hair, tucked under a blue cap.

I shook my head, "n-no harm done."

The strange man smiled weakly and fiddled with his camera a bit, before letting it rest on his chest. I looked at it curiously, but decided not to ask about it.

"I'm Jay, you are?" He said. He shortly after, took a glance over his shoulder, then returning his attention back to me.

'I wonder if he's just naturally jumpy.' I think before replying, "Ashton."

Jay gives me a small lop-sided grin, " a pleasure to meet you Ashton." I give him a small smile in return, "Same to you Jay." I say softly.

His grin vanished quickly. His sudden change worried me a bit.

"Say Ashton," Jay addressed me, a glint of emotion in his eyes. 'Worry? Struggle?...Fright?' I tried to decode his emotions, with little success.

"Y-Yes?" I answer him.

"Where am I?"

So, what did you thing of this first chapter? Do you think I should continue? It will progress and build up, promise. Please rate and review!~