DISCLAIMER: Mild language and suggestive themes. I do not own any of the characters in this story. this is a fan fiction of the character Ashley from until dawn for my English blog. all characters belong to until dawn.
It was real. I can try to deny it, but it happened. They can tell me all the lies they want, but I know what I saw. No, it wasn’t an accident. My friends are dead, and here I am. In bed; another sleepless night. I don’t think I would want to sleep. Every time I close my eyes, I see those… things! Mutilating my friends. My parents have sent me to multiple doctors. I’ve been on all sorts of medication. Nothing worked. They all think the explosion was an accident but it wasn’t. Sam and Mike… Sam and Mike sacrificed themselves so I could live. The creatures, the wendigos or whatever, they were in the lodge with us. I was afraid, it was coming closer to me but Sam lured it away enough to give me time to escape. But that’s not what the doctors and authorities want to hear. They want to hear that a group of drunk friends were partying, having sex and then something went wrong to cause the fire. No one believes me. Why’d I have to be the only one to survive. Why did they have to die! It’s all josh’s fault for bringing us to that FUCKING mountain! I wish we never went. But what happened, happened. We made our choices and now I’m all alone. After all this confusion, all this pain, I was left wondering why I was still alive. Why I wasn’t brave enough to save my friends. I’m such a fucking coward! I heard Jessica screaming. Screaming for help underneath a cellar door but I was too afraid that whatever was coming after her was going to get me. I-I let her die. It was my fault Jessica died. It’s my fault all my friends are dead. These thoughts have spiraled me down to depression. I no longer feel like getting up or eating, or anything. I lay in bed waiting for them to kill me. The sounds of the night are drowned out by the monsters. I can hear their unholy screeching. Long pale outstretched fingers, scratching at the door. It’s like this every night. That’s when I hear them again. “Ashley, why didn’t you save us?”, “Ashley, come with us.” It’s Chris and the others. They begin telling me how I betrayed them. They get louder and louder; they begin to yell at me, accusing me of murdering them. I believe them every time. My life continued like this for the next year. Until I finally gave in. I listened to my friends and when I did, I was back at the lodge. It was dark, burned and It was ready to fall apart. Then Chris came. I missed him so much. He held me and I closed my eyes. Tears started to fall down my face. He noticed, and held me tighter. He gave off a warmness unlike any other. He told me not to worry, and that he and the others forgave me. He kissed my forehead and we laid down. for once, in the longest time, I could finally sleep.