I look at the scissors in my hand. You can stop my brain tells me. Just put them down and you can stop. I shake my head. No, no I cannot. It's not that easy. I sigh and slide the cold blade across the pale skin on my stomach feeling the sharp yet relieving pain. One time, two times, three times, and I keep going until there are at least 20 fresh cuts. None of them are very deep. I don't want to have to deal with that right now. I pull my sweatshirt back on and sling my backpack over my shoulder to make my way to school.
"Bye Mom!" I yelled as I opened the door.
"Fuck off, you disappointment," was her reply. This was my usual day. My mom has been a druggy and an alcoholic ever since my dad left...
"Love you too, mom." I slammed the door behind me and followed the sidewalk with my head down as I made my way to hell.
As usual, there were groups of snobs and jocks standing around and flirting by the doors of the high school. I pull my hood over my head and try to make my way around them without being noticed. Of course, that didn't happen.
"Hey you!" I heard Bree yell. I should've just kept walking but I turned my head. Stupid stupid me. "Yeah you! Come over here!"
"What the hell do you want, Bree?" I snapped. I didn't want to deal with this today.
"Feisty aren't you!" I rolled my eyes. "Well I just wanted to say that Grayson wanted to ask you something." I looked over at the star quarter back and gave him a sarcastic smile.
"Um no thanks. I want nothing to do with you sluts and man whores." I said smiling like a little school girl. I spun around, walked through the doors, and headed to my locker. My first hour class I didn't have anything because our school sucks. They don't have enough classes to fill in everyone's day. They say it's because there isn't enough money to pay more teachers but they have enough money to build a second gym and a new and improved scoreboard for the football team? It seems like bull to me but I don't mind because that means I have an hour free to myself. I always go to the band/choir room that hour. My choir teacher, and also band teacher, Miss Yesona started me at playing the violin in 6th grade and it is my escape, besides cutting. I feel free as I swipe the bow across each string. That's what I do all the time. I play violin and study.
As I walked into the choir room I heard the sound of drums and guitarists coming from the farthest practice room. Curiosity got the best of me and I walked towards the sound. I peered through the glass to see 4 teenage boys, my age. I could hear their music clearly because it was so loud.
"Woah oh woah ohhh
Woah oh
Here's to teenage memories
Woah oh woah ohhh
Woah oh
Here's to teenage memories"
Then the music stopped and I faintly heard the one who must've been the lead singer say "Good job boys. That's all for today." They set their equipment down and headed towards the door when they saw me and smiled. "Looks like we had a spectator," the lead singer said as he opened the door. "And who might you be?"
"Um Tori. And, uh, you are?" I stuttered. It's been awhile since I actually talked to someone my age.
"I'm Luke," he was tall and had a lip piercing but it was cute. "I'm the lead singer and guitarist." I knew it I thought to myself.
"And I'm Michael," said an also tall boy but with pink died hair. "I'm a guitarist and a singer."
Then spoke a tall boy with dark brown hair and a bit of blonde. "I'm Calum the bass guitarist and a singer." They were all so tall and cute.
"I'm Ashton!" said the last boy. He had curly hair and was wearing a bandana.
"Just Ashton?" I asked.
"Yup. I think you can probably guess what I play," he said holding up drumsticks. I nod and giggle. I giggled. What the hell was happening. I haven't giggled since... well... since almost forever.
"So are you guys a band or something?" I ask trying to break the short silence.
"Yeah we are! Our band name is 5 Seconds of Summer. Pretty awesome, right?" Ashton said.
"Ya it is," I replied. I don't know what it was about Ashton but I really liked him.
"Well, we gotta head out," Luke said patting Calum and Michael on the back. "We have a "meeting" with the principal. It's dumb but we have to go so see ya Tori, bye Ashton." The three walked out of the room and left me and Ashton just standing there.
"Why don't you have to go with?" I asked.
"Because I actually do my school work and don't skip almost all of my classes," he replied laughing and I laughed with him. I was laughing. Not crying or yelling at someone. Laughing. I looked down at my hands to see my violin and I realized what I actually came here to do.
"Oh crap. I should probably be practicing," I said out loud.
"What do you play?"
"Violin."
"Can I listen?" I was shocked by his question. No one ever took interest in me or my music. That was until now.
"Well yeah I guess. If you really want to." He nodded and followed me into the practice room. I set up my music stand, took out my violin and began playing Fur Elise by Beethoven. At the end of the song Ashton stood up and started clapping like a maniac.
"You are amazing!" he exclaimed as I blushed.
"Uh thanks." I started putting my music away because I knew the bell was gonna ring at any second.
"Why are you always so lonely?" Ashton asked. This took me by surprise. I didn't know what to say so I told him just a little bit of the truth.
"I don't get along with most people." Ashton nodded and the bell rang. He held the door opened for me but before we went our separate ways he asked me a question.
"Sit by me at lunch?" I looked back at his eager face and nodded.
"Of course." He smiled a very wide smile and walked away.
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Hidden Scars (Ashton Irwin fanfic)
Fanfiction"How can you love someone like me?" I asked letting a single tear fall down my face. He cupped my cheek in his hand and wiped it away. "How could I not?" He leaned his head down and kissed the scars that trailed all the way up my arms.
