Ashley's Point of View

The sounds of my parents arguing filled my ears. Amazing. Even in the garage I could hear them, and here I had thought that if I moved out here I wouldn't. I got up out of bed and sat back down faster than I had got up. It was the sharp pain, yes, but it was also the dizziness and the weakness that I felt too that made me sit. I groaned and laid back down with two words on my mind, Why me?

Okay, fine, sometimes I was too sarcastic, and I joked about the wrong things, okay, I get it, but why did my punishment have to be this? A painful start to a Monday morning, a crappy weekend because I was in my room the entire time laying down in pain that just seemed to never get better. Nothing helped the pain anymore, not sitting or eating certain things, absolutely nothing and it sucked. Only Ricky and Griffin seemed to notice how bad it was getting for me. Ricky and Griffin were talking to each other about me, those two rarely spoke to each other and they did in worry about me. It made me nervous.

My mom and dad still didn't notice anything about the pain that I was in. They were too distracted. Adrian had gone to get the abortion and there weren't any problems except for the fact that after she had gotten rid of the baby, guilt set in. Amy had been calling everyone trying to get someone to talk to her and had called Adrian. Adrian answered crying and accidentally let it slip about the baby and Ben. Amy was just about ready to get on a plane and declare a 'Ben Hunt'. Dad was all for that idea, shame Mom wasn't. They were worried about her.

I sat back up and stumbled the entire way to my dresser. I was seeing doubles of everything and my head felt really foggy. I'm probably just tired, I thought as I picked my outfit. That was it, just tired, that's what happens when people don't sleep for days. Right? Then why did I feel so bad? I didn't get as fancy as I normally would with my outfit. Black jeans and a slightly too small black skull & bones T-shirt. I didn't even need to put too much effort into my outfit anyway, I probably looked as crappy as I felt and with a look in a mirror I confirmed that. My eyes had that 'tired' look to them, my hair was messy, but I couldn't find it in me to brush it, and my already pale face had gone paler. Honestly, I was almost corpse white, all I needed was the purplish-blue hue and I could pass for dead.

Once I had thrown on the first matching pair of shoes I found I decided to face the music and go listen to my parents' arguing. I left the garage and walked in the kitchen door where they were. My mom got quiet and looked at me with wide eyes and then looked at Dad, who had a murderous glare on his face. That could mean only one thing, they heard the rumours that involved me being pregnant. They were just that though, rumours, and if they were arguing with each other because they thought that I was pregnant I would really be mad at them.

"Morning." I said, waiting for them to talk about it.

"Ashley," My mom began, "We heard about you being pregnant."

Funny, Amy had told me that when she had told Mom that she was pregnant that Mom could barely believe what she had heard, and here I hadn't even told them that I was pregnant and they thought it.

"Mom, I'm not pregnant." I said, but she doubted it because I winced. Well, not my fault that I was in pain now was it?

"Ashley, you can tell us. We'll get through it just like we got through it with Amy." Mom said.

"Mom, I'm really not pregnant. Just sick." I said.

Mom looked like she doubted that and so did Dad. I didn't like that. Mom and I loved each other, no doubt about it, even if we never agreed on anything or were on the same page, so her not believing me was okay. Dad not believing me though, wasn't. Dad and I were close, or at least I thought that we were. The two of us rarely lied to each other, sometimes might not tell each other everything, but we didn't usually lie to each other, so he should have been able to tell that I was being honest.

I turned to my Dad, "Dad, I'm not pregnant."

"Ashley, you're throwing up and having trouble sleeping, just like Amy did when she was pregnant. What do you want me to say?" Dad said.

I want you to say that you believe me, I thought.

"Who told the two of you this rumour anyway?" I asked. I was surprised. Amy had been able to hide it for a while, even with the rumours, but I hadn't managed to go that long and it wasn't even true for me.

"Amy told us." Mom said.

Oh. My. God. Amy must have talked to Madison, Lauren, or even both and they told her the latest news. It made sense now though. Amy had gotten pregnant at fifteen, but she was still the good child compared to me, so if sweet, little, wonderful Amy had told them it, it couldn't possibly be a lie now could it? Perhaps I had freaked out and called Amy until she picked up or even better, rented a blimp with a sign over New York, yeah, that was it.

"And you believe her over me?" I asked weakly, not because I wanted to, but because the dizziness and tiredness was really hurting my head and my throat felt weak too.

"Ashley..." Mom started, Mom didn't need to finish, I understood, they didn't believe me.

"It's fine." I snapped at them and stumbled out the kitchen door, crying, though that only fuelled their suspicions. It was just everything, the pain and my Dad's lack of trust. I thought we had been through that already, but we weren't and I was an idiot.

I would probably have told them that I wasn't feeling well and asked if I could stay home, but now there was no way that I would be in that house with them.

I walked next door, almost falling flat on my face, but thankfully catching my balance. The world twisted at the strangest angle and sharp, horrible pains cut through my stomach, but I made it to Adrian's house.

Before I even got to the door, Adrian opened it and asked, "Ashley, are you okay?"

"No, not even close, but can I get a ride to school?" I asked as I stumbled through the door and Adrian helped me into a seat.

"Are you sure that you even want to go to school? What about a doctor?" Adrian asked.

"I saw one already. He didn't care or pay attention to me, probably missed most of what I said when I went to see him, and I don't want to stay home with my parents." I said.

"Why? What did they do?" Adrian asked. Adrian looked worried, for her to look worried I must really have looked bad.

"Amy told them that I was pregnant." I said.

Adrian nodded. I had talked to Adrian about all the rumours when she asked about them after getting the abortion that was, according to her, the biggest mistake that she had ever made.

"You need to tell them that the rumours aren't true, Ashley."

"I did, but Amy told them. They believe Amy over me."

"Make them believe you." Adrian said, getting me a glass of water.

"How? I told them that I'm not pregnant, but they think that I'm lying." I whispered, sipping some of the water.

"They haven't even noticed that you look like you're dying?" Adrian asked, so in tune with her sensitivity that girl.

"No." I said.

"How can they not see this." Adrian stated more than asked.

"Can I please just get a ride to school?" I asked.

"I wasn't planning on going in today." Adrian said, and it was then that I noticed that she had been crying, too.

"Why?" I asked.

"Grace is mad at me for getting an abortion, she doesn't realize that I'm already mad enough at myself." Adrian muttered.

"I need to go. If my mom sees me over here she'll try to have a mother-daughter talk that will only end when she thinks that I have told her the truth." I said.

"I can just drop you off if you want, but I think that you should see another doctor, maybe even go to the hospital." Adrian said, concerned.

"I don't like hospitals." I said. I didn't. I usually tried to avoid hospitals as often as I could. Something about the constant smell of antiseptic, blood, and vomit.

"Ashley, have you experienced anything that makes you think you need a hospital?" Adrian asked.

Horrible stomach pain, vomiting blood, and she didn't even want to know what happened when I went to the bathroom...

I brushed her concern off with, "I thought that Grace wanted to be the doctor."

Adrian rolled her eyes but again asked if I was sure that I wanted to go to school. It was my only option that didn't involve my mother. If I went to the hospital for them to run tests she would be there and test results take a long time and she would probably say that, "Oh, my daughter's pregnant and in pain." so they'd do tests that involve pregnancy and pain or whatever, but then again that does involve stomach stuff... I didn't want to go anywhere far away or without people in case something did happen so school was safer.

"Okay, I'll drop you off, but you'll probably have to walk a little bit?" Adrian said, but it was more of a question in case I changed my mind, and the thought of walking didn't sound too appealing, but I'd walk more if I took the bus.

"Fine." I said. Adrian took her keys off the counter and helped me into her car.

The two of us didn't talk much – or at all – on the way to school, unless concerned glances back and forth count. Adrian's concern over my messed up health and my concern over her obvious guilt over the abortion.

"Can you pick me up after school?" I asked, carefully getting out of the car.

"Yeah, sure." Adrian said. Adrian looked like she regretted even taking me to school.

I started my pained walk to the school. Adrian dropped me off as close as she could without too many people seeing her, which was still a three minute walk, but it felt more like three hours. The more I walked, the more the world started twisting and turning at strange angles, the more weak I began feeling, and the more pain I felt.

I stumbled in through the doors and I knew that everyone was staring at me. I could feel them staring at me, I didn't even need to look.

Griffin walked up beside me and asked if I wanted to go to the office and say I was sick.

"No, Griffin, I came to school so why would I leave not even a minute after entering the building?"

"Because you're obviously in pain, even obvious enough for everyone to notice." Griffin said.

"Griffin, I'll be fi–" I just screamed, the sharpest, most stabbing pain I had ever felt in my life went through me.

"Ashley?" Griffin asked panicked.

"I'm fine. I'll just go to the bathroom. See you in class later." I said, stumbling to the bathroom, and if anyone hadn't noticed me before they sure did notice now. No one stopped me to talk though, because the bell rang. I was going to be late. Greaaaat...

I went into the empty bathroom and soon felt myself about to get sick. I vomited into the sink since I couldn't make it to one of the stalls on time. Again it was blood, but this time it was more than before and it wouldn't stop. I couldn't make it stop, I just kept vomiting blood into the sink uncontrollably.

As I vomited up blood the mirror, stalls, walls, and everything else in the bathroom doubled and tripled and twisted and blurred. I heard the sound of something dripping on the floor, probably blood that had missed the sink. My arms on the sides of the sink felt weak and so did my legs, like they couldn't hold me up anymore. I wasn't sure when I began crying, but I did. I felt like I was ripping apart, and it hurt and I was scared, for once, I was terrified.

My arms and legs gave way and I started falling, and as I fell I slammed my head on the side of the sink and then I hit the floor, hitting my head for the second time on something hard. I felt some blood drip down the side of my face.

I am going to die here...

I gave in to the darkness that had been threatening to consume me.

It really would suck to be Ashley right now, wouldn't it?

Okay, so there is a vote that I'd like you to vote on, and since it's about the next chapter, VOTE QUICKLY. Please.

Who should find Ashley?

A) Ricky (See his thoughts and feelings about finding the girls he loves like that)

B) Griffin (See the worry of a best friend and his overprotectiveness and a moment where he calls her out on her feelings for Ricky)

C) Ethan (See more of his personality, and see if he has some good in him)

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