A.S.H.

A memory card was inserted into a digital camera. After some scrolling through, a video was seen. She played it.

“Hey baby, can you bleed like me? C’mon baby, can you bleed like me?” Ash Brooks sang, twirling around in a clearing. She giggled insanely as she fell to the ground. She crawled over to her backpack. She opened it and took a swig of her favorite poison, Vodka. The camera was hidden by foliage.

“You should see my scars. You should see my scars. Fuckers.” The scene changed to the school corridors. Some of the higher ups in the school aristocracy were bothering her.

“You should go back to the hole you came from, freak.” A resident cheerleader sneered.

“You should go back to your plastic surgeon and get that ugly mask off.” Ash looked straight at her with a proud stance. The cheerleader was unnerved by her stare.

“Weirdo. Come on, girls.” She left with her posse. Ash looked down to the floor. Her whole demeanor changing from proud to melancholy.

“Stupid preps. One day, karma will get to them.” Ash walked into the girl’s bathroom. The setting changed again. She was sitting in a chair in an empty classroom looking straight at the camera.

“Yeah, I’m classified as a crazy bitch. Starting fights and crap. Oh, those rumors! Jesus, I want to meet whoever started those up. Especially the one about how I castrated some guy in my basement. I was home schooled for most of my life and then I came to this hellhole. Sure, there are some advantages to actually coming to school. You know, I’ve blown away those geeks who aspired to be valedictorian. It was amusing for a bit. Sadly, it just made them band with all those other idiots who hate me. Oh, guys are an advantage, I guess. I’ve cracked most of them. I suppose it’s from all those psychiatrists and all them I’ve been through. For example, this little conversation we’re having isn’t for some survey or whatever. It’s for your personal benefit and I don’t give a damn.” She sighed and her fingers twitched as she looked at her watch.

“You don’t mind if I take my meds, right?” She took her meds out and popped two pills in her mouth.

“I have a shitload of these things. Take them every day, morning, day, and night. It’s ridiculous. It’s not like it’s going to have any effect. They’ll all come back eventually. I’m incurable. I’m not meant to be normal or happy. Anyway, the advantages of being in this hellhole. I mean this high school. You get to meet people. You can be involved in more even though I’m not. I guess I’m done. The disadvantages of being here. Oh God, the break-ups and the backstabbing. Jesus, can’t they just all find someone and leave everybody else the fuck alone? By they, I mean those preps that prance around with their jock boyfriends and her best friend and boyfriend are cheating her on. Yuck. It disgusts me. Our generation is just disgusting. Sure, there are some who are the hope of our generation. There should be more though. It has to become better.” Ash shook her head. She looked down at the paper in her hand.

“Ah…love. Love, what is love? I don’t know. I don’t care. It can rot. I’ve never been loved. My dad left my mom and me. My mom doesn’t give two cents about me. All she does is work, sleep, and wallow in pity. It suits me. It is just more time for myself. I was a mistake to them. I wasn’t supposed to be born. I’m fucked up and I’m ‘wasting’ her money. Yet, it gives her more of a reason to go to work and wallow. Oh, how the vicious cycle never stops. I think she wanted to stay with that disgusting piece of meat called my father. I’ve never loved or have been loved. Crushes should be crushed and lovers should be shown the truth about their love.” Ash looked down to the ground.

“Besides nobody would ever love me. I’m too beautiful. I should be kept on pedestal for all the men to adore. So, they can stare at me with their lust filled eyes and their dirty thoughts.” Ash seemed like she was remembering something. She looked up and laughed.

“Now, I have this.” She gestured to herself. Ash was wearing black and green bondage pants with an AC/DC shirt. She had enough make up to pass off as a clown. Albeit, a depressed and gothic clown but a clown nonetheless. She laughed in a maniacally fashion again.

“Ah, those preps, flaunting their outer beauty. I suppose it matters nowadays. I suppose that’s what they’ve been taught. I suppose that’s what they’ve learned from watching television and reading magazines.” Ash balled her hands up. She calmed herself down in a few moments.

“Sorry, it sometimes gets to me. The absurdity of society today. Not even the intelligent survive. They get caught in the web of lies. Ah, everything that is spewing out of my mouth seems poetic today.” She rolled her eyes.

“Eh, I’m going to go now. Since my imagination is going on overdrive and you have enough blackmail on me.” Ash left her seat and skipped out the door, which looked odd since she was wearing combat boots. There was another scene change. Ash was running through the halls trying to get to her class for some reason. The camera zoomed in on her as she bumped into someone.

“Sorry!” Ash’s collision made her books land on the floor. She huffed as she picked up her books quickly.

“Rude assholes.” She muttered as she dashed yet again. The camera stayed on the person who she bumped into.

“I see. Alright, present the cases at the meeting.” The masked female agreed with the chosen persons.

“Yes. Is this going to be our permanent goal?” The masked female nodded.

“We’re fed up with it and the ones who have been chosen are perfect for the assignment.”

A/N: I made an error in the last chapter. It’s Sarah Hughes not Sarah Livingston. Meet Ash Brooks. Next is Sophia Moore.