Scars [Ashton Irwin]

Chapter Six

CHAPTER SIX:

We were lying on my floor, listening to music once again. We had decided on putting on The Beatles. We didn't speak, just listened. It was almost 2AM and I was lying on the floor in my bedroom, listening to music with some guy who affected me in mysterious ways.

After the third song, I felt my eyelids getting heavier. I put up a fight and tried to keep them open, but to no avail. I let my eyes close, and fell into a deep sleep. Sleep was always welcome here.

I walked through a cemetery. It was dark and foggy, and I could see nothing, and hear nothing but my own footsteps. I called for my brother, and I called for my mother. But there was no answer. There was only me walking through this cemetery. I wore a long black gown that dragged on the floor behind me, and a large hat that had lace covering my eyes. As I kept walking, I tripped over something and fell. When I looked at my hands, I saw blood and began to scream. And then I heard the sound of a baby crying. I ran. But the more I ran, the louder the crying became. I couldn't escape it, no matter how fast I ran. And I-

"McKenzie!" I snapped my eyes open, terror gripping my heart with his nasty fingers. Ashton was looking down at me, concern clear in his eyes. I was shaking from that terrible dream, and began crying. He held me in his arms, and gently brushed through my hair with his fingers. It was only a dream. Only a dream.

"Who hurt you, Kenzie?" I heard him whisper in my ear once I had calmed down. "Who hurt you?"

"Everyone." I said softly, not even sure if he had heard me or not.

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I woke up, and Ashton was still holding me. I had never been in this situation, so I wasn't sure what I was supposed to do. Was I supposed to wake him, or let him sleep? But I really needed the bathroom, so I had no choice but to wake him because I had no other way of getting out of his tight embrace.

"Uhm, Ashton." I said awkwardly. He shifted and pulled me closer. "Ashton." I said a little louder this time. It took him a while, but he finally opened his eyes. "I need to pee." I said, and he smiled before letting me go.

I rushed to the bathroom and did whatever it was that I needed to do and went back to my room. Ashton was looking through my books when I got back. I hadn't realised how attractive he really was, until that moment, when the light coming in from the window hit his face and made him look almost angel-like.

"So vinyls aren't the only thing that you collect."

"I read a lot. Don't really have much to do anyway."

"What's your favorite?" He asked.

"The Perks Of Being A Wallflower." I answered.

"Why is that?"

"Because that's the last book that I read." I explained. I didn't really have a favorite book. My favourite book was always the last one that I had read. Every author had a different writing style, something different to say, different characters to love and different tragedies to write about. I couldn't compare books because of that. Every story was just as amazing as the next. Books are what make us who we are. I believe that every novel that we read forms a part of us.

"So, do I have to climb out your window?" He asked awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck.

"No. I think everyone is still asleep, so we can go downstairs." He nodded then, and we walked out of my bedroom and down the stairs. And then things got awkward.

"Morning, McKen-" Mom stopped mid-sentence after seeing Ashton following closely behind me. "Uhmm ..."

"Uhmm ...this is my friend Ashton." I said awkwardly. Mom stared him up and down, and I could tell that he was getting uncomfortable. Kellin chose that moment to walk into the kitchen.