Ashley stared at herself in the mirror with her hands on the edge of the sink.  What the fuck have you done?  You finally find a friend… and you fuck it up like always.  You stupid, selfish, worthless, CUNT!!  Before she could catch herself, glass shattered as her fist collided with her reflection.  She sighed as she looked over all of the broken images of herself.  She then looked carefully at the slices on her hand.  It was interesting to her, to watch the blood dripping down slowly.  Even my own blood wants to be far away from me.  She gave a dejected laugh at her own pessimistic attitude as she cleaned the mess she made. 

When it was done she left the room without so much as a glance at what remained of the mirror.  She continued down the hall towards her room, but hesitated at the door.  She listened carefully for anyone moving around on the floor at all, but after hearing nothing, she turned and walked towards the stairs.  Ashley crept down them and then into the room she was first in earlier that morning.  She saw her suitcase still sitting by the table, and while listening to the sounds of the Evil Bitch going though her other bags.  She rushed to it silently and went straight for the compartment she knew would be her salvation.  Ashley smiled to herself as she fiddled with the clear baggy in her hands.  You ain’t getting everything, bitch.  She quickly headed up the stairs and froze as she stared into tear filled blue eyes.  Ashley dropped her gaze as she hurried into her room shutting and locking the door.  She knew that it was pointless because the blonde could just use her key, but it made her feel more secure.  She grabbed the Bible from its drawer, then immediately went to her dresser and poured a good sized amount of white powder onto the surface.  Ashley then ripped a page out of the bible first using it to carefully separate the substance in front of her into two lines and then rolled it into a tube, before staring at it in all of its ironic glory.  The brunette smiled as she snorted one whole line in one nostril, Bless us O Lord, and these thy gifts, which we are about to receive, from thy bounty, through Christ, our Lord. Amen, and then the second line in the other.  She tilted her head back loving the burn that was quickly spreading through her face and down her throat.  She swallowed a couple of times, the dripping feeling in the back of her throat tickling even after this long of using.