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    Fame – (Chapter: Helluscination)

    Ashley buried her face into Spencer’s neck while sobbing uncontrollably. The feeling wouldn’t go away. She felt as if her skin was being eaten away at by millions of hungry ants. All of them crawling on her inner arm, just biting and tearing off her flesh. “Make them go away, Spencer. Please just make them go away.” She repeated against Spencer’s skin.

    Spencer lovingly stroked Ashley’s hair while whispering soothingly to her. She could feel her own tears pooling in tired grey eyes as Ashley continued to beg and sob. It hurt so much hearing Ashley’s misery and pain but she didn’t dwell on that for too long as she started stroking her bare back. “Shhh, Ashley you’re okay, love. You’re okay.” She repeated closing her eyes. She continued stroking her back as if in a trance and started falling asleep as Ashley’s sobs lessened.

    Sleep was the last thing on Ashley’s mind as she lied on top of Spencer. She felt the little ants on her arm move throughout the rest of her body and it was torturous feeling them tear off her flesh. As time passed her high started to slowly fade and she felt depressed as she started to come down. She cried for no apparent reason and didn’t realize she was standing until she looked down at her feet. “Get the fuck off me,” She murmured scratching her arm again. That did nothing and she was starting to get desperate. Dropping to her knees, she felt around under the bed and pulled out a black shoe box. Opening her cocaine kit, she pulled out the razor and started savagely cutting the skin on her inner arm, trying to kill the ants. She couldn’t feel the razor cut through her skin as she made multiple large scratches all over her arm.   

    Spencer felt the bed shift and opened her eyes. She watched Ashley stand and was confused when she knelt down. She sat up a little and had watched the rock star pull out the shoe box. And then with horror filled grey eyes she watched Ashley slash her skin open several times with a razor blade. She was shocked still for a second and couldn’t move. But she soon got over her shock and rushed over to the rock star. She quickly pulled the deadly razor blade out of Ashley’s grasp just as she was about to slit open her wrist and took her hand. “My God, Ashley.” She gasped staring at the bloody mess that was her inner arm. She looked into vacant brown eyes, “Why did you do this?” She asked softly.

    Comments

    1. Awww poor Ashley. I wonder if she really quits or not. Something tells me no but ya never know. Maybe she’ll finally come to her senses and I’m very intrigued by the conversation she had with Pops. Something tells me there is going to be some serious career changes.

    2. I love this story soooo much. Spencer please help Ashley. I want her to get better. Can’t wait for the next update. Keep it up. You are an incredible writer.

    3. i’m afraid spence is going to leave her just for a little while, you know help her into a facility or something but say they can’t be togther cause it freaked her out to watch ash cut her arms…pms i hope ash gets better soon i hate hate hate pops

    4. I’m so thankful to hear Ashley admit she needs help…that’s the first step to recovery. And to have Spencer there to lovingly help her through this difficult time in her life is the greatest gift Ashley could ever receive. Superb and creative writing that has woven life, soul and spirit into intriguing and believable characters. BRAVO! PMS

    5. damn ash. i think i felt my heart break when she said, “It scares me so fucking much, Spencer. I….I need help, don’t I?” She looked over at Spencer with pleading brown eyes. “Can you help me?” of course she’ll help you, she loves you. :( i love this story. PMS PLZ!!!!

    6. i have just returned from a two and a half week long trip to a third world country with absolutely no internet service to find 40 pages worth of this story that i hadnt read. it felt as if christmas came early this year. i put off reading harry potter to read this, and harry potter is like.. my guilty pleasure. scratch that. guilty obsession. so that means im dangerusly in love with your fic. so glad to hear that you may be able to update more sooner. please do!!!

    7. Awww poor Ashley. I wonder if she really quits or not. Something tells me no but ya never know. Maybe she’ll finally come to her senses and I’m very intrigued by the conversation she had with Pops. Something tells me there is going to be some serious career changes.

    8. I love this story soooo much. Spencer please help Ashley. I want her to get better. Can’t wait for the next update. Keep it up. You are an incredible writer.

    9. i’m afraid spence is going to leave her just for a little while, you know help her into a facility or something but say they can’t be togther cause it freaked her out to watch ash cut her arms…pms i hope ash gets better soon i hate hate hate pops

    10. I’m so thankful to hear Ashley admit she needs help…that’s the first step to recovery. And to have Spencer there to lovingly help her through this difficult time in her life is the greatest gift Ashley could ever receive. Superb and creative writing that has woven life, soul and spirit into intriguing and believable characters. BRAVO! PMS

    11. damn ash. i think i felt my heart break when she said, “It scares me so fucking much, Spencer. I….I need help, don’t I?” She looked over at Spencer with pleading brown eyes. “Can you help me?” of course she’ll help you, she loves you. :( i love this story. PMS PLZ!!!!

    12. i have just returned from a two and a half week long trip to a third world country with absolutely no internet service to find 40 pages worth of this story that i hadnt read. it felt as if christmas came early this year. i put off reading harry potter to read this, and harry potter is like.. my guilty pleasure. scratch that. guilty obsession. so that means im dangerusly in love with your fic. so glad to hear that you may be able to update more sooner. please do!!!

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