"Ashton?" My mum calls from upstairs as I slip through the door at 2:45 pm. I yell in response, "Yupp it's me". She replies with a simple, "Okay, dinner should be ready by 3 or 3:30, hun". I slowly and weakly walk up the stairs and to my room. Quietly shutting the door behind me, I pull out the scale that hides beneath my dresser. My mirror's quite dirty. Maybe I should clean that. I dig through my clothes and find a sock I don't need and wipe it down. Even though I'm wearing a thick jumper, I'm freezing. I take off my shirt and pants and stare at myself in the mirror. Why? Why am I so disgusting? What is wrong with me? I pull the scale in front of me and shakily step onto it. It reads 126.2 pounds. Too high. Too, too high. I'm worthless. I don't deserve to be alive. I'm a waste of space. I'm a lost cause.
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Skin And Bones
Teen Fiction14 year old Ashton has been depressed for about 2 years now. But when he enters eighth grade, everything starts to go downhill. He just can't seem to get used to the high-school. His grade is the youngest in the building. So of course the older kids...
