Ashley had a very normal life, filled with ups, downs, and all arounds. Her family, which was comprised of Mother: Carol, Father: Leon, Younger brother: Eric, and Younger sister: Lisa. Her parents both worked during the day, one going in earlier than the other. Dad would see them to school, and mom would pick them up. She had her fair share of arguments with her siblings who were both two years younger than her, but in the end, she loved them all.
She took an interest in music early in life, due to her mother and father blasting the 80s greatest hits all the time. She was very fond of power ballads and hair metal. She'd dance and sing along as the music blasted through the house as a toddler. When she was 6, she got a kid's guitar, and actually buckled down to learn. She spent hours playing guitar, listening to music, having family movie nights, and playing pretend with her brother and sister. However, she could also be a bit bratty. She fell into foul moods easily when upset, and was a pretty pushy person. She was pretty bossy to her kid siblings as well as any friends she ever got.
She met her best friend in Junior High, seventh grade to be exact. Her name was Elise. She was pretty but unpopular. Ashley learned it was because she was a know-it-all. That didn't bother her at all. She went up to her one lunch and began to talk. Elise seemed shy and unsure, but in time, she opened up to her. Ashley was just as happy as Elise to have a friend. She had recently lost a friend from being a bit too bossy one too many times. Elise never cared though, but Ashley only ever saw her at school. She'd occasionally get detention with Elise, just to spend the extra time together that she never got to spend with her outside of school.
Ellie had a good effect on Ashley. In ninth grade, her bossiness began toning down. It was still there, but nowhere near as annoying. She also discovered her crush on Ellie in the ninth grade. She was always curious about her home life, and had some suspicions of abuse, but Ellie would always insist they were just busy. Ashley always bought it. In tenth grade, she confessed her feelings to Ellie, and was accepted. The two dated for the rest of her life. It never got too far, especially since the two only hung out at school, but they held hands, hugged, and even kissed on occasions. Of course this meant that both were bullied because they weren't straight. Ashley let it roll right off her back, and though she didn't know it, her acting that way helped Elise endure it better.
In Eleventh grade, Ashley had enough. She was done wondering what was up with Elise. She was going to find out. She followed Elise home one night, feeling guilty for what a stalker she was being the whole way. When she saw her home, she went up and knocked. A beer-belly man with a bad shave was standing in the door in no time, spouting out something about not wanting girl scout cookies. Ashley told him she just wanted to see Elise. This resulted in a harsh "She's busy," and a door in her face. After this she felt conflicted. She had no proof of abuse but was sure of it. Those burns on Ellie's arms came from somewhere. Yet, she lacked the courage to do anything about it and took solace in seeing her girlfriend when she could.
It was senior year. Ashley and Elise had both turned 18, graduating a little late due to late birthdays. Ashley finally plucked the courage to do something. She stayed in her room most of that fateful day, playing her guitar, listening to music, and planning how she'd do it. She had sneaked over to Ellie's house a couple times and learned which room was hers. She'd slip notes and such in the window to remind her that not all was bad, because in senior year, Ashley finally confirmed her abuse. Telling no one where she was going, she left her house. She made her way to Ellie's home and quietly made her way to her window. She saw Elise there, nose in a book. She carefully opened the window and climbed in. Unfortunately Ashley never practiced a silent window entrance. Ellie rushed to her and was whispering things like, "No, you need to go!". Then the door slammed open. There stood the pot-belly man and a large brown haired woman. The man roared and plowed passed Ellie, easily tossing her aside. His hands were on her throat before she could think. "Weird flex, but alright, he'll let me go. No way this dude's gonna kill me. Wait, this guy's gonna kill me. I can't move." These were the chain of thoughts in Ashley's mind as she struggled against the man's strength. She heard Elise screaming for him to stop. "Poor Elise... Poor me... This sucks." These were the last thoughts of Ashley's living form, followed by a feeling of Anger and Hatred, the emotions that were filling the room as she died.
Ashley was surprised to regain consciousness. She took in what she thought was a deep breath and looked around. The guy was gone, Elise was gone, no one was in the room, until suddenly paramedics and police barged in. Ashley sat up and exclaimed that she was okay. No one seemed care though as they lifted her body right through her. Ashley didn't like what she knew this meant. She was dead, and a ghost. She followed her body, wept with her family, though they had no idea.
She attended her own funeral and was shocked and a little hurt that Ellie hadn't attended. Her family and entire school did though. She wasn't crazy popular, but when a student dies, it seems to attract a huge crowd. After the funeral Ashley, who tried her best to assure her family she was ok, decided to go and find out about her condition. She happened to see her sister on some reddit page about a Coven. So that's where she would go. She also discovered her abstraction when witnessing a mugging. Anger overtook her as she pursued the attacker. She flung her hand forward to stop him, and instead noticed a mass of darkness on her hand that transferred to his shoulder. He cried in agony as he retreated, wallet dropped.
