I hate my self so much.
What am I thinking?
I'm gay.
I have to be gay...
For Ashton.
It was late at night and my mind was racing.
I hate her.
I hate myself.
I hate everything.
I kept thinking over and over about how much I hate myself.
You're such a fucking retard.
You have to have your birthmark tell you when to stop.
You're fucking pathetic.
I sat up. I couldn't breath. I tried to scream but my voice was gone. I fumbled for my phone dialling 9-1-1. I blacked out before I could press call.
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Wake up you pathetic piece of shit.
My mind was hurting me. I don't know why or how to make it stop.
Once I regained consciousness I looked around at the white room.
Am I dead?
I look over and there's a mob of hair resting on my bed. Curly and brunette. I'm so confused. The mob of hair moved and raised from my bed.
"Ashton?" I asked.
"You're awake!" A thick Australian accent greeted me. I winced in pain as the feeling in my head started throbbing.
"Please don't yell," my voice cracked.
"I'm sorry babe, I'm just really happy" he said quieter.
(A/N)
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FanfictionAshton, that's his name. Every time he comes near me my wrist glows a star shape. I try to hide it but I can't. He bully's me everyday, but my wrist glows brighter and brighter. All rights reserved madiemaddie ®
