Ashley left early the next morning, she wanted to start getting herself back. She didn’t sleep that night before, she spent all night taking pictures down, cleaning out all of her moms old stuff. She wasn’t quite ready to get rid of it or to actually go through it, but she put it all in the closet, neatly. She didn’t know when she would be ready to go through it, or if she ever would, but she did know she didn’t want to do it alone. So this was the first step to moving on. Everything wasn’t gone, it was just put away, nothing could harm it, or taint it, it was there ready whenever she was. She picked out a deep red paint and got everything she needed to paint the room. She wanted a new start, to make new memories, not to forget, because it was impossible to, but what a better way to make a fresh start.

                       She had taped off all the walls, she was ready to start. She stared at the empty room, walking in a small circle, staring at the walls passing by as she moved, each one as empty as the last. With one last look she began painting, and she didn’t stop until the whole room was painted, all even, all new. This, she considered step one at getting her life back. Each step little, all leading up to her actually opening up, but these steps were all vital and were all symbolic, for something that was bigger, bigger than anyone could imagine.

                         It was time for a change, and that’s why Ashley found herself looking in a mirror at a new hair cut. It was short only to be described as awesomely emo. Which is a little depressing, but it looked good on her, it just fit her. There was still her classic red streak. It was the beginning of change, something she was ready for. She looked like a new person, and her room was all ready for new memories, the problem was she was stuck here, with a new haircut and a painted room, but what does she do now. There was still all this stuff hanging in front of her, and the question she found herself asking is ‘What now?”

                        Ashley hadn’t seen anyone in weeks, she was avoiding. She was doing her community service and then found her self at her weakly appointments with Mr. C. They had been avoiding the subject of the event that had landed her community service, but today they found themselves talking about it. Mr. C was trying to stay objective, and Ashley was trying to not make it so obvious about her feelings, I mean it was her father.

--- "I had gotten this phone call, from my dad……he was throwing money in my face… It was like I wasn’t his daughter.. You know… I was just someone he did business with."

== "Is him calling what triggered your anger?"

---- "I don’t know…. He just brought up my mom….. And then he was talking about Chelsea…I just got so angry, like it was just all to much at once…. I dismantled our phone just kicking it…. I was losing my grip…. I don’t even remember how I got to the park..."

== "Do you remember seeing Spencer?”"

             It was hard for him even thinking about some guy all over his daughter, but he swallowed his disgust for some guy and encouraged his daughters rescuer.