Warning: This chapter contains sensible situations.
"Ashton." I sighed.
"I...I'm s..sorry." He cried.
"What are you sorry for? You haven't done anything bad...Have you?"
"I didn't want to...I ju...just couldn't stop myself."
Light reflected on something that he holded in his hand. It was metal, I think.
Something like...a blade.
A red liquid fell down his left wrist.
Oh, no, Ashton. You didn't.
"Ash... Please, tell me you didn't do what I think you did... Please..." It felt like my legs couldn't stand my weight anymore.
"I'm sorry." He repeated without looking at me.
What do I do?? Think, Pamela!
I ran to my closet and took out a really old white shirt I only used as a pajama and cut it with the scissors from my desk.
I walked fast back to where Ashton layed in the same position as he was when I found him, to take away the blade so he wouldn't hurt himself again and tied the piece of the shirt I had cut to his wrist as I had been taught once at a firefighters station for a school trip in case of someone who wouldn't stop bleeding.
"Thank God you didn't killed yourself by accident. Why did you do it, Ash?" I was shaking.
"Because I could have prevented the accident. I could have! If I had just pulled her aside the road. If I had just told her to move. If I had just.." He broke down and cried inconsolably.
"It is not your fault, Ashton." I made him look at me and grabbed another piece of my shirt to wipe his tears. "Don't blame yourself. You didn't know what would happen. None of us did."
"If I had just told her what I feel for her before it happened."
There. I had let it out.
I had told someone what I felt for Clarissa. Well, apart from her but it didn't count because she was unconscious.
"What you feel for her... You mean feelings feelings or just something else?" Pam asked not believing what I had just said.
"I'm in love with her. Madly in love. But now I don't know if I'll be able to tell her one day."
I wrapped my fingers around the piece of fabric she had tied around the wrist I had cut.
"Ashton Fletcher Irwin, listen to me." She said firmly.
I slightly smiled. "How do you know my whole name?"
"Uh..um..well...I..." She played with her hands. "That doesn't matter at the moment. The thing is that you musn't stop having faith that she's gonna be alright."
The pain came back to my heart.
"Yeah, but it won't matter by then. I should have figured out she already had someone."
"What are you talking about? Someone? Clary doesn't have a boyfriend or anything like that."
I sighed. "Earlier when we were walking by the London Eye she wouldn't stop talking about this guy... Mark" The words came out with disgust. I had developed some kind of hate for that guy. "and how you would go insane if you found out she had seen him her at London..."
"D..did you say M...Mark?" She started shaking. "She didn't mention...his last name did she?"
"Yeah. She did. It was something like Dale. No. Daley. That's it. And for me that's great because now I can find him and punch him in the face."
"Oh no." She shaked aggressively now.
"Pam, are you alright? Why are you shaking?" I grabbed her shoulders looking for her eyes.
"Mark Daley... He isn't Clary's boyfriend. He doesn't even like her and she would never date him." Her sight was lost.
"Then who is he?" I shaked her by the shoulders when she didn't answered me and raised my voice. "Pamela. Who is he?"
"Guys, everything's ready. Let's go with the othe... What's going on?" Niall said when he saw me grabbing Pam by the shoulders and her terrified face. "Ashton, what the hell did you do to my cousin?? If you dared to hurt her I'm gonna..."
"I didn't do anything, Niall! Okay? I just mentioned a name of a guy Clary told me about and she started shaking... I don't know what's going on!"
That's when Pam reacted.
"The video!" She muttered.
The next thing I know is she losened from my grip and ran downstairs.
"Pamela, wait!" he yelled at her. She didn't stop. I had the feeling she had realized something. "Ashton." Niall turned to see me. "What name did you mentioned?" He asked with fear in his face.
"Umm... I think it was Mark Daley. Why? Do you know who he is?"
"Oh, holy shit." He said and followed the path Pam had took before.
Why couldn't anyone just tell me who the heck that Mark was?
There was no way that Mark could be in London.
He wasn't crazy enough to do that. Was he?
I couldn't think. I just could hear Ashton's questions and then Niall yelling and they discussing. I couldn't say anything at all.
I was in shock.
I guess that's why Clary didn't wanted to tell me she had seen him.
It would have been a lot better if she was there with me. She was the only one who could calm m besides my mom, who was far away from there.
Wait a second.
"The video!" I muttered, moved Ashton's hands from my shoulders and ran downstairs.
Niall shouted for me to wait but I ignored him.
He had conected a laptop to the TV so that whatever was in the USB would be displayed in a bigger screen.
"Someone pass me the remote control now!" I demanded when I got to where the others were sitting.
"Hey, calm down! The world isn't ending." Harry joked.
"DAMN IT, HARRY! JUST GIVE ME THE CONTROL NOW!"
"Okay! Okay! What the hell!" and he handed it to me.
I played the video.
It started with some pictures from me and my family. For a second I thought it was really from my mother as the note said.
I was wrong.
The images changes to a video and the face of a black haired boy with pale skin and gray eyes appeared in the darkness.
"Hello, Pamela. Did you missed me?"