I do not own any of the South of Nowhere characters nor do I own the lyrics that will appear that are from the song Broken Sunday by Saliva

Chapter 2

A million words would not bring u back...I know cause I've tried...and a million tears wouldn't either...I know because I've cried

Ashley's POV

You know the saying "you never know what you have till it's gone" it's totally true. Spencer was the only person ever to have made me happy why was I so blind?

I've been crying now for 3 days straight and as many people know Ashley Davies never cries. What's become of my boundaries? Why does her touch complete me? How insufferable I must be to treat someone who gave me their heart and soul to just tear it away like that? All these questions circling in my head and I couldn't answer a single one. I just felt so alone since I knew I had no-one to care for me; my dad (THE Raife Davies) had only been dead for 4 months, my mom doesn't even acknowledge my existence and Kyla I knew she still loves me but she's away at my mom's house for another 2 weeks, I would call her but I love her too much to cause her any sort of concern especially over someone like me. It was just easier this way.

My heart was fragmented and nothing I did healed the torment and pain I felt within me, it could never stop the hate. Right now I just hated myself, I hated the fact that I'd made Spencer breakdown, it made me feel sick from the bottom of my stomach. All this was crushing my brain; I had to relieve the pain and torment I felt inside. My mind was now filled with ideas of how I could end my miserable lonely life I first thought of shooting myself but then thought that it would be a coward's way out and that I wouldn't suffer so I decided the best way would be that because I tore her heart in pieces by sleeping with another woman I would stop mine altogether by bleeding out so it would also be slow and painful. I know what people will think, I know they'll say this was a stupid thing to do but how can they say this when they can't possibly feel the way I do. They never saw the look in her eyes; those beautiful blue eyes were all dark and clouded by the pain I'd caused. I've lost the only person that could ever begin to understand me, the only person to ever sweep me off my feet, the only person to touch my soul just by holding my hand. She was everything and I've ever wanted that was until I decided to bring that slut back to my home that I'd met at a bar earlier that evening to have my way with her, the sex wasn't bad but my body just refused to cum from the touch of another woman that wasn't Spencer Carlin, I got so close but she wasn't enough she didn't know my body or what it really wanted at that moment in time.

After a lot more thinking I take a knife from the kitchen and I sit in a corner. I've now stopped crying for the fact that I know my life will be soon over and I will have taken my punishment. I pull the knife towards my wrist and decide that, that's the best place to do it because it will be an even slower, draining death; the knife in my hand is shaking like a leaf and I seem to be sweating, am I having second thoughts? I try to gather my thoughts and my heads in such a mess I don't have a clue what I'm doing so I decide to go and do the only thing that will take this anxiety away.

I find it on a wall down the side of an alleyway, she was tall, had eyes that would deceive if you weren't careful, she has a very slim figure and she's wearing the sort of clothes a hooker would were for her night of work. As I approached she turned her head towards me and asked me what I wanted, I just asked for anything that will make me forget. She gave me a swift nod of the head and asked for $500 cash so I handed it over and she asked for my arm, I willingly gave her it and she attached a tourniquet to the top and tapped my arm looking for a pulsating vein to come about so she could inject me with her juice. She did tell me what it was but at this moment in time I didn't give a fuck just as long as it made me forget. She finally finds a vein and takes out her needle, I look at her blankly and she asks me whether I still wanted to do this I just silently nod and she pierces my skin slowly with the needle, I can feel a feint scratch, she then starts slowly injecting the juice into my arm and it goes all numb, the next thing I know I can't feel anything I'm just left with my thoughts, she then takes out the tourniquet and everything goes blank.

I think I'm waking up but I don't have a clue because right now I can't feel anything. I start to walk and I hit my head on the edge of a wall, I must have hit it with great force because I'm now laid on the floor. I get up again and all I see from one of my eyes is red, I put my hand to my head but I still can't feel anything, I think to myself it's just a hallucination and I keep on walking aimlessly anywhere to try and collect my thoughts together. I now start to feel really sleepy and I realise I'm on the very beach that Spencer told me she liked girls, I smile at the happy memories of our friendship and of how much I've always loved her. I looked up at the stars tonight to see your face and feel your presence now, I need you right now, I came from a lonely place... I need you here cos you won't leave me lonely.

I now hear a voice it's really gruff it asks me "Ashley Davies?" I answer "and who the fuck wants to know?" He stands over me and I'm overwhelmed by a putrid smell, he then whacks out his cock and says "meet Mr Nudge". I suddenly realise what's going on and I try to run away because of the state I'm in I've hardly walked half a metre and he takes a swing at my face. Everything explodes and I start to have some sort of sensation back in me. I was so scared at this moment, I realised just how much I wanted to escape. He then leans down and grabs my face, I suddenly remember I still have a knife hidden at the back of my trousers so I hold his face gently and slowly begin to rise whilst deepening the kiss, he starts to groan from the pleasure and I then reach to pull the knife out of the back of me. I pull out the knife and I slash his chest, he screams and I go to take another swing, as I do this he quickly grabs my arm so it can't move. I frantically try and stab him and this works to no prevail he's just too strong. I hear him shout "you stupid bitch, I was only after sex, do you know what you've done? Do you know what happens to girls that misbehave? They get punished" he said that last bit with a broadening grin on his face. He looks at me with angry eyes and simply says "Goodnight" with that he thrusts the knife into my abdomen kicks me in the face and leaves holding his chest from where I'd taken a stab at him.

I now lay there feeling the blood ooze from my abdomen, I feel so sleepy, I can feel myself fading away and there's nothing I could do, I was laid on a beach alone with only my thoughts of Spencer Carlin. I just think to what I would give to have Spencer here right now with me, I just keep thinking, I need you here cos you won't leave me lonely, cos I can't go on. You won't leave me broken in a world that's not my home. I now give shouting a try; I just shout frantically "help!" "Can somebody help me please?" My voice now starts to fade...

Spencer's POV

It's been a few days since I shoved Ashley out of my life and I can't stop the thoughts that circle in my head of her. I'm so confused right now I just have no idea what I'm doing, I've tried crying, I've tried being angry and I just can't seem to get over that I'm completely in love with Ashley Davies.

Everything I see seems to remind me of her, everything I smell smells of her, I just need her and I don't care that I'll have to forgive her I just can't seem to function without her and its killing me, this hurts more than the fact she slept with another woman, I just feel like I'm not whole without her in my life. My mom and dad are getting really worried about me because I do everything I'm supposed to do but inside I'm gone, I'm not Spencer Carlin. Even my close friends are really worried about me because I hardly talk anymore and when I do decide to chip into the conversation Ashley is the only person I can ever talk about.

I decide its time I had a talk with Ashley and I call her cell but it's switched off, this is really unusual for Ashley because her cell is her baby, she never turns it off, even during important exams. I decide to ring Kyla and she tells me that she hasn't spoken to Ashley since we split up because she's at her mom's house. I decide the next thing to do is to go to her apartment but when I get there everything is off it seems like nobodies been in for hours.

I go home and I do something really sad, I totally trash my room to find a photo album I created for me and Ashley, I was hoping to share it with her someday. I look upon the pictures and I reminisce on the happiest times of my life. There's pictures of when me and Ash went shopping and I made her put on a zebra outfit and she made me put on a giraffe outfit it was so pointless but so memorable, there's one taken when we went out for ice cream and Ash got ice cream all over her face and when I laughed at her she wiped some right on my nose, I suddenly put my photo album down as I come across a photo of when Ash took me to the beach and I announced to her that I liked girls, she looked so hot in her polka dot bikini it was the first time I wanted to touch her where I'd never touched her before, I wanted her tongue to slide into my mouth making me moan not just that I also wanted to feel her hands caress my face and her warm breath near my ears.

It was getting really dark now but I knew I had to visit the beach. Our beach. I slipped on the clothes I wore on that same day to go to the beach and I headed out of the door not wanting to explain to my parents where I was going. I got in the car and I drove down to the beach. I get there and I close my eyes. All I can hear is the sound of the wave's crash in as the tide is starting to come in. I look out into the sea and it looks so beautiful, I slip off my sandals and I walk along the water returning to the spot where Ash was stood in her polka dot bikini in the photo.

As I'm walking forwards I start to hear muffled sounds as if someone was speaking to me. I walk a little faster and my heart stops. The voice I can hear is one I'm never ever likely to forget it was of Ashley. I frantically run to her calls and pleas of help and I see her lying lifelessly on the sand with blood oozing from her abdomen, I scream and she looks at me with her helpless eyes. With haste I take off my t-shirt and I compress the wound, I let go with one hand and I reach for my cell I grab it and dial 911. As I'm dialling I tell her that I was there for her and she need not worry anymore because I was there to make everything better. As an operator came on the phone I couldn't fight back the tears anymore, I told them about Ashley's injuries and they just told me to keep compressing the wound. I'd finished talking and I'd been told help would come as soon as it could, always keeping the wound compressed I stroke her face telling her I loved her and that nothing ever was going to tear us apart. She looked at me and a tear started to fall from her eye. She takes in a deep breath and says "One love and one escape to another place where pain and fear fade out, I need you right now" she then pauses, winces and then says "you won't leave me broken...cos I'll be gone, until forever I'll be home until my name is etched in stone and we will ever be alone goodbye" She then closes her eyes and I slap her right across the face and she awakes startled as I shout at her that she can't leave me because I can't function without her, I shout "I love you and I need you" my breathing is so heavy now because of the possibility of her dying in front of my face, that wasn't something I was prepared to happen so I kept her trying to talk and soon enough help came.

A group of men crowded round with medical bags and spinal boards as they were injecting Ashley with some drugs they pulled out of the medical bag and then waited for her to stabilise. I took this moment to ring my parents, I told them everything I saw and I practically broke down on the phone, they said they were making their way to the hospital right now. Ashley was now stable and they moved her onto the air ambulance and I went in with her gripping her hand telling her that I wasn't going to leave her side.

"I will never leave your side. Even if you push me away, and tell me it's not right. These are times and moments, where love takes a stand" – quote from a poem called I'll never leave you (it doesn't say who it's by)

Please review, should I end it here or should I do one more chapter?