As Alexis begins reading Ashton’s mind wonders back to a horrible night 6 years ago.

“Ashton, are you coming with me or not?!” A.J. yelled from outside my door

Another night of mindless drinking, drugs and probably mindless fucking with a nameless girl.

“Yeah, give me a few minutes A.J. Is Alex coming with us?” I yelled back as I get out of bed

“You know better than to ask me that, Ashey. She’s locked in her room.”

I sigh and said, “Alright, I’ll be out in a few minutes.”

“Hurry up will you!!”

I just rolled my eyes. What was the fucking hurry? We’ll get there in plenty of time to get drunk, get high and hook up with a random girl. Hell, I think I’ll start now. What the hell did I do with the coke? Oh yeah, on the dresser.

I can’t help to let out a bitter laugh as I make my way to the dresser and think well if this isn’t ironic I don’t know what is. I swore to myself that I would never do the same thing my Mom had done but here I am. Trying to numb the pain and forget everything. I look down on the dresser and see my escape. White powder that makes everything go away just for a few hours. It makes everything okay. At least for a little while and it makes me feel good for that short amount of time. Then when the effects go away I can do it all over again. This is the only thing that I can control. I can at least numb everything and not remember.

I lean down, close my eyes and snort my line. Mmm….it starts to take effect almost immediately. As soon as I open them I’m taken a back by my reflection on the mirror. It doesn’t look like me. It looks like a stranger. The person staring back at me looks as if they were starving, so, so thin. The brown eyes in the mirror are empty, lost, they look almost black. Whisky colored hair that once was curly and shiny is now limp and opaque. My once beautiful tan skin is now gone and replaced with a pale ugly shade of white. This reflection reminds me of something, something but I just can’t think of what it is right now. This is what is left of Ashton Davies.