Psycho (lashton)✔

//6//

//Luke//

Ashton. I repeated his name over and over in my mind until it was engrained there. Ashton.

"I'm Luke," I blurted to Ashton, making him turn over and glare at me.

"I don't care," he spat, turning back over on his bunk.

"Yeah but-" I started but he shushed me, telling me he was trying to sleep, "is that all you do?"

"Yes," he growled through gritted teeth, "it's not a very exciting place if you hadn't already noticed. And besides, if I sleep I don't get to listen to your annoying, obnoxiousness."

"Fuck," I breathed out loud at the fact that I was stuck in here with a guy who hated me and would probably not hesitate to murder me at the first chance he got.

"Don't fucking swear," Ashton snapped, clearly annoyed with me, "it doesn't seem right coming out of your pretty little mouth, blondie."

I sighed in frustration at the psycho cell mate and buried my face in my hands as I leaned against the wall, the other walls seemingly closing in on me. Shit. No. Not here, not now. I begged my body not to panic but that made me panic even more. Oh fuck, I was crying and my chest was tightening.

"Don't cry, blondie," Ashton said harshly, his annoyance from earlier clearly still present, "wait, shit, are you okay?" All I could do was shake my head as I collapsed to the floor, trying to breathe as I had another panic attack.

"G- sp- l- lea-" I tried to stutter out but I couldn't breathe so it made it rather difficult to talk.

"Hey, it's okay Luke," Ashton walked over to me and awkwardly sat down on the floor next to me as I cried and tried to calm down, "hey, hey, sweetie it's gonna be okay." He hummed, calming me down in the process.

"Y-you know how to deal with panic attacks," I blurted, still shaking.

"Yeah my boyfriend used to get them," Ashton mumbled before getting up and lying back down on his bunk. Boyfriend? He was gay?

"Y-you have a boyfriend?" I asked timidly.

"Key word, used to," Ashton snapped and I knew I wasn't going to get anything else out of him tonight.