Wonderland

New Home, Same Hurtful Words

"And that's how I'm ending up here on this plane talking to you." Ashton finished his last setence, turning over to a fan named Shay who was sitting next to him.

"Do you miss Calum, Luke, and Michael?" She asked.

 "Of course." Ashton smiled, and thought about all the memories they shared.

"I'll never let go, Jack. I'll never let go."

Ashton heard small sniffles, leading him to lean up from the couch. He saw Luke wiping away his tears then stuffing popcorn in his mouth. "Luke are you okay?"

Luke shook his head sadily."My head fucking hurts from crying a lot. This movie.... makes me so emotional. I  beg you Ashton, don''t tell Michael I cried."

Ashton chuckled. "I promise, buddy."

"Holy shit!" Luke shrieked  as he watched seeing Jack dead. Luke blew his nose on his tissue, after finishing it he stacked it with his other 100 crumpled tissues.

"Ashton!" Shay knudged me.

"Huh?" Ashton snapped out of his day dream.

Shay smiled and pointed over to window. "We're in New York now."

Ashton nodded. "Oh."

Shay laughed. "It was really fun meeting you. Good luck with New York. and all."

Ashton smiled. "Thanks, and same for you Shay."

*******

"Are you two excited?" Ashton's mom asked grabbing out on of the luggages away from the taxi driver.

"Of course I am mom! Don't you know that most super hero-" I became distant from my brother's responce, and I looked up to our new neighbors house. There was a girl who was staring at me with half of her face exposed while the other half was covered with her gray curtains.

After 2 seconds of staring eachother she pushed away the curtains quickly.

"Ashton honey, let's go inside." My mom ordered.

Ashton nodded and gave out one last look at the upper left window before adjusting his backpack on his shoulder, and walking into my new home.

After hours of doing some decoration to his  room with band name room sticker decors, and black and white striped blankets. Ashton sighed and lay down on his new bed playing No Suprises by Radiohead softly on his phone laying next to him. After a few minutes of staring at the ceiling he slowly closed his eyes, falling to sleep.

Ashton's phone buzzed making his music pause. He grabbed his phone with his same postion and looked at his phone screen to recieve a request on facetime. Ashton slided his finger to answer, and smiled seeing all of his friends on his phone.

"Ashton!!" They all yelled in sync.

"Hey."  He greeted softly with a big smile on his face.

"We miss you so much Ashton, like you don't even know!" Calum said.

Ashton bit his lip trying to hold back his tears. "I-I miss you guys too. How's everything?"

"It's going gr-"

Ashton was cut of by a loud smash coming from next door.

"What was that?" Diana asked worriedly.

"Ashton?"

Ashton ignored his friends questions, rolling off his bed. He pushed away his black skull curtains and stared at the same window from earlier in the afternoon. The noise was coming next door.

"ASHTON, WHAT'S GOING ON?"

Ashton walked back to his phone on his bed. He holded up his phone, "I have to go, bye." Before his friends could answer he quickly turned off facetime.

"WHY CAN'T YOU DO ANYTHING RIGHT?! YOU HAVE BEEN A PAIN IN MY ASS FOR 4 FUCKING YEARS!!" A MALE VOICE SHOUTED.

Ashton flinched from hearing another smash from next door.

"BUT FATHER, I-"

SLAP! 

Ashton stood there listening, as he heard silence. At that point  he got scared thinking about what the girl he saw earlier is going through.

(CLEO'S POV)

I stood there in silence, breathing hard at my dads last action. I looked up at him with sad eyes, as he returned a look with a pissed off expression.

"NOW YOU SHUT THE FUCK UP! I'VE HAD IT WITH YOU, EVERYTHING ALWAYS COMES BACK TO YOU, AND YOU WANNA KNOW WHY? BECAUSE EVERYTHING HAS TO BE YOUR FAULT!"

I was very well used to my dads words. He blames me for my mothers dead. Ever since it he's been acting crazy, drinking non stop, and most of all abusing me along with his adult friends who rape me even.

"Ow!" I yelled at my dads girlfriend yanking my brown hair from the back. Her name was Cierra. She was straight up rude, and had completly no class.

She brought her lips to my ears, "Little girl, why don't you just die already?"

I gulped, and felt teardrops slide down my cheeks.

My own father chuckled. "She's right, you're just a waste breathing."

"I-I-"

Cierra's voice rised up making me scared as hell. "I'M SORRY DO YOU HAVE SOMETHING TO SAY? LAST TIME I CHECKED YOU'RE SUPPOSED KEEP YOUR DAMN MOUTH SHUT."

I shook my head sadly. Cierra stood there simpering, as she heard me breathing heavily along with sobs. "That's what I thought." She said.

My dad punched me in the stomach, making me groan in agony as it hit me very hard. Along with the punch Cierra kicked me in the back with her foot, having me slam my head on the ground.

"Let's go Blake, that's enough for tonight." Cierra said before heading out of my room.

I stood on the floor with my eyes shut, picturing the moments I've spent with my happy mother, and father. I missed that. I got up from the floor, struggling to walk.

I limped to the bathroom in my room and grabbed my blade I use continuously. I started to slide the blade on my wrist deeply, watching red liquid sink down on my sink. It didn't hurt.

The only thing that really hurted me was my father along with people around me were the words that they speak to me hurtfully. Including their personal actions towards me.

 Looking up from the mirror I saw a broken brunette with red puffy eyes, scars all around her body.  And her name is Cleo Jones.