A/N: So here's the first chapter! I'm sooo sorry that it took me so long to post this, my internet was being retarded. Anyway, hope you enjoy! Remember to leave me some comments so I know how you feel about it!

BTW! I've already written most of the story, but it's up to you guys on whether I continue with it or not!

Chapter One: Tainted

It's been almost 7 months since Glen's funeral, but I'll never forget that day or the events that lead up to it. Neither will Ashley, or Aiden.

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"Spence!" Ashley yelled as she threw the keys onto the little table situated near the front door.

"Spencer?" she questioned into the seemingly empty apartment. She set her bag upon the couch, and walked into their bedroom to see Spencer curled up, sleeping.

That's all she ever really does anymore…

She thought to herself as she walked quietly up to the side of the bed, lowering herself careful not to wake the sleeping blonde. Ashley ran her fingers down the side of the blonde's face.

She looks so tired…

Sadness swept over her as she realized that this had been the way she looked since the day after the funeral. It destroyed her, the whole thing. Nobody, but Ashley, seemed to realize that she was dying inside from the pain she believes to have caused her brother.

She seemed to have an overbearing guilt, convincing herself that she doesn't deserve to be loved if he couldn't. Ashley was heartbroken, not knowing how to handle the situation without possibly making everything worse, and that was the last thing she wanted to happen.

Two months after Glen's funeral, the girls graduated from high school. Spencer was happy, if only for a moment, and during that moment Ashley noticed the first genuine smile she had seen in months, and decided to ask Spencer to move in with her. Spencer, obviously, agreed to the proposition, and now, here they are.

Shortly after they found an apartment together, Raife offered to pay for furnishings for their new home and to handle the bills and such, encouraging his daughter's love. Ashley found a job, working as a manager of a record store called Race Notes. She loved it almost as much as she loved Spencer.

Spencer had fallen into a deep depression over the following months of their moving in together, only seeming to have time to sleep or cry. Hardly ever eating, Ashley had to shove food in her face and force her to eat something. When Ashley asked her why she felt this way, she said she didn't know, but Ashley, knowing better than that, didn't believe her at all.

She wanted so badly to help Spencer, but didn't know how, and ended up just leaving her alone, only asking when she was hungry.

"Spencer," Ashley whispered softly as she gently shook Spencer's shoulder.

"Spence, honey, you need to get some food, so wake up." She said, her voice back to normal octaves.

Spencer didn't move. Ashley began to panic, immediately pressing her fingers to the girl's throat, checking for her pulse. It was there, but it was slow, meaning she was unconscious.

"Spencer!" Ashley practically yelled.

Spencer didn't budge. Looking over to the nightstand, Ashley picked up a bottle of pills she hadn't noticed were sitting there. They were sleeping pills.

She swore loudly as she ran for the phone, immediately dialing 911.

"Hello? Hello? Yeah, my name is Ashley Davies and I think my girlfriend has just overdosed on sleeping pills, and I need an ambulance right now…"