Chris - 6:30pm, October 31st
"Please Ash… Pick up..." I hear the rings as I try to call Ashley, running my fingers through my hair as I reach voicemail again. "Oh my god oh my god oh my god!" I stand up and throw my phone across the room and it hits the wall, shattering the screen and breaking into three pieces. "Shit! Chris you fucking idiot!" I turn around and punch the couch cushions before turning back around and punching the wall. I hear a crunch and a rush of pain. "Fuck!" I pull my hand back fast and hold it in my hand, trying to open my hand and flinching hard at the sharp pain. Tears start welling up in my eyes as Josh enters the room, looking at me and giving a sigh.
"Come on bro, I'll drive you to the hospital." He says to me, putting his arm around my shoulder.
- 10:30pm, October 31st
Eventually we get back home from the hospital, a cast on my hand and I sit on the couch with Josh next to me. "Why?" I ask him, pulling my glasses off of my face as tears well up in my eyes.
"Why what?" He asked, turning his head to look at me.
"Why would you do this to me? You know I love her. I would get to her in my own time, and now you've ruined everything!" I stand up in front of him, my one good fist clenched. "Now she's with him and wants nothing to do with me!"
"Well hey, now that you know she likes you, when they inevitably break up, you can sweep her off her feet." He says calmly, standing back up.
"She said she never wants to see me again!"
"And whose fault is that?"
I hunch my shoulders as tears start to fall down my cheeks and I rear back my fist. "Shut up!" I move my fist forward and feel it make contact with Josh's face. He falls back, sitting on the couch again and touching his nose seeing blood. He wipes it away with his sleeve and looks up at me, smiling.
"Did that help?" He asks, standing back up as I lurch forward and rest my head on his shoulder, tears streaming down my face and staining his shirt. "You know, Sam's pretty pissed too. You should talk to her if you want to get anywhere."
- 12:00am, November 1st
"Chris. What do you want?" I hear Sam's voice through the phone speaker and I sniffle a bit before speaking, my voice cracking.
"Um, how's Ashley doing?"
"She's okay," Sam says, sighing loudly. "She's still in her room with Chad. They're really bonding over this. When she came home, she was freaking out, makeup smeared on her face and she was obviously seriously pissed. She said something about you hurting her and breaking her heart and being a dick but that's really all I got."
"Yeah that's… That's pretty much it. Do you know if she'll forgive me?"
"I don't know, Chris. She was seriously pissed." Suddenly, I hear her gasp through the phone and call out. "Ash? You okay?"
"Sam, what's going on?" I ask, sitting up straight.
"Trouble in paradise. Sorry Chris, I gotta go break it up. I'll stop by tomorrow, okay? See you then." I hear a beep from the other end, signaling that she hung up.
I lay back in the bed, staring up at the ceiling. Everything starts spinning then goes black.
I dream of nothing. Of darkness.
And then, her.
- 2:30am, November 1st
I wake up slowly, my face stinging from the tears the night before.
My phone buzzes. It's from Ash.
Ash: Chris? You up?
Ash: Let's talk.