"Don't Worry I'm Used To It" Lashton (complete)

Chapter 1~ Ashton

Ashtons P.O.V

Another day, another cut.

Another hour, another bruise.

Another meal, another empty stomach.

Same routine everyday.

Simple for me, other people would think its crazy. But hey, I'm used to it.

I make one stupid mistake, and my world crumbles at my feet.

I'm just a screw up, everyone knows it.

Snapping back to reality, I slip into my black sweater and slip on a few bracelets.

Why can't I just stay home and be homeschooled? Oh that's right, my moms always busy with work and I don't have a freaking dad.

Sighing I slide my glasses onto my face then trudge out of my room. The smell of bacon and eggs fills the small two story house making me cringe. I hate having to lie to my mom about not eating her food.

Hey, it's all part of the routine.

"Morning love, sleep well?" Her perky voice asks as I make my way into the kitchen. I nod grabbing my bag from the counter. "Are you hungry?"

Shaking my head I reply, "Sorry mum, I'm not hungry this morning. I had a lot to eat last night." She frowns nodding then turns back to the stove.

I watch as she scoops the eggs onto a plate calling for Lauren and Harry to come eat. Gosh, I want to eat so bad. I mentally slap myself. 'No Ashton, you can't eat you're to fat.'

I shake my head flicking a rubber band on my wrist. It smacks my skin making it turn red. I can't open a scar, not in front of my mom.

"I'm gonna head to school, bye."

"Bye honey! Have a good day!"

As if, I haven't had a good day since Michael. Nope, I'm not gonna bring him up. Okay fine I am.

Michael Clifford and I were best friends since year 7. But just about a year ago, I came out to him. He turned on me, and is now my main bully.

So that's about him.....

Walking up the steps of the school I recognize the same groups of people scoffing at me and giving me dirty looks. I'm used to it, so it's okay.

When I get to my locker, I shove my bag in and grab my binder. Normally I don't even bother to take supplies to class, but today I felt like it.

As I make my way to Social Studies, people either shove my shoulder or call me a fag. Yep, just another normal day.

Just as I'm about to walk into class, Michael shoves me into the restroom snickering. "Queer." Then he leaves like nothing happened. The bell rings making me groan.

Thanks a lot Michael....

Stumbling up, I jog to class. "Mr. Irwin, you're late once again. No more socializing in the halls."

Easy, I never socialize.

I nod taking my seat in the back of the class like usual. Please let this day go by fast....

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The second I get home, I run straight to my room. With shaking hands I rummage through my connected bathroom cabinet in hope for release.

The familiar silver shine sparkles from the bathroom light making me smile sadly. I grab it then slide down the wall silently sobbing.

Another day, another cut.

As I'm slicing my skin I notice the purple and yellow forming bruises from Michael and his dickface friends.

Another hour, another bruise.

After I make about thirty or so new scars I lean over the toilet dumping out everything that I didn't spit out at school from my stomach.

Another meal, another empty stomach.

Leaning back against the bathroom wall I look up towards the roof.

Same routine every day.

A/N: Whatcha think?? This is my first Lashton so I'm going to apologize now if it sucks. But yeah let me know what you think, and please please please vote!! Bye lovelies!!