(JOSH POINT OF VIEW)
How did I fuck up so bad?How did I manage to hurt the person that I spent all my time and effort on, just to see her happy. As I stand here with blood dripping down my face and pain rushing through my head its still nothing compared to the pain I feel in my heart.
I see her blood red eyes and it feels like she's been hurt way to much to ever be saved but a part of me refuses to give up on her.
There's just something about her. Something that draws me towards her and something that makes me realize that she's not like any other girl. A feeling that tells me I was meant to save her even if it meant breaking myself.
She's got hate in her heart and I have got love and friendship in mine. She's got ice in her veins and I know I can melt it over time.
Maybe for once in my life I'll save someone. There's just something about her that reminds me of my sister or maybe I'm imagining things and just realizing how much I miss her. Maybe it's both.
I walk to the bathroom to get this blood off my face but this guilt seems to be a stain that I can't wipe off. How do you explain feeling guilty for something that you didn't do. Well I'm talking about both cases my sister and Ash.
I punch the mirror as if it will hurt the monster I see in front of me.
"I DIDN'T DO IT!"
I would never do that to Ashley, I would never do that to anyone!
I need to find out who did this!
The only person who had access to my Instagram was Christine. Christine and Victoria are best friends ,now if my hunch is correct it can only be 3 people. Victoria,Christine or Derek!
All I know is the one who did this is going to pay.
When I do find them,they sure as hell are going to regret it. Bell rings and that signals the end of school today.
I get into my car, drive as fast as I can to Christine's. I see her pull in her garage and realize that she just got home. I walk over to her, hey babe she says. Her voice is beginning to irritate me.
"Christine we over!"
"Emmmm...what do you mean Josh honey?"
"Are you deaf or dumb???"
I said, "WE ARE OVER"
"I know you were the one who posted the picture Christine."
"Woahh, guess that bitch punched you harder than I thought or did she smack the sense out of you. I wouldn't need to stoop so low to prove that she's a bitch!"
"Shut the fuck up don't you dare call her that. Go fuck yourself cause the only bitch I see is the one standing right in front of me."
I go to my car and drive home. Well it's not much just me and my mom since Hannah died and we moved away from my dad. No, why am I calling him my dad? He's just my father not my dad here's why, any man can be a father but it takes a real man to be a dad.
I had to watch him abuse my mother and my sister as well and there was nothing I could do about it. I was too young so I hid behind the door and watched. I push the negative thoughts away and focus on driving home.
My mom's not home, she works till late at some bar. So I freshen up,take my laptop out and check if my favourite blog has been updated.