"he is an asshole." he replied smiling.
(this chapter may be triggering)
molly started to laugh, which once again, turned into a sigh.
"being alone in my flat wasn't good for me. i'd tried numerous times to be with my mum. please don't think i'm weird, i'm honestly not, but i also self harmed. i burned myself with a lighter and over my oven. i also used razors which were the best way for relieving pain that was trapped."
she looked at him to see what way he was taking all this information in.
she noticed ashton looked at his hands and his hoodie covering his wrists, so she thought she'd elaborate. maybe he was wondering was it her wrists she'd hurt?
"so i hurt my wrists, my thighs, my stomach and my hips" she noticed he was still looking down.
"my wrists hurt the most."
"that's what i think too." he looked at her and watched her reaction. she looked at him slowly with sad eyes.
"you too? can you tell me why? you don't have to." molly whispered
"my dad was just the same."
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short and sad aw
please please don't read this if its hurting you guys:-(
again i'm in NO WAY promoting self harm and suicide etc, its a very serious subject and please talk to someone if you feel bad and sort ur cute lil head out:-(
ps i'm gonna re-write this to make it longer woo more ash and molly!:)
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Fanfiction"i'm not happy." she whispered, feeling ashamed that she had told him. "yeah? tell me about you then."
