HIM (Ashton Irwin fanfic)

Chapter 2

I was in the middle of my final check up with Dr. Moore. Today I'm going home. Finally. It's been like 4 weeks. Maybe 5. I've lost count. Mum said I was supposed to leave after 3 weeks but Dr. Moore wanted to make sure that I was definitely okay and fully recovered and wasn't in any pain when I walk or run or do daily activities.

After a 3-hour check up that felt like 1 year, mum signed some papers and we were off. I sat in the passenger seat and looked at my surroundings.

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"Slow down!" I yelled. 

"For fuck sake Evelyn why do you have to be so annoying? Shut up would you! This is my car and I'll go as fast as I want!" she yelled at me. 

It was dark and we were on a 60km road and she was going at least 50km above the speed limit. I've never liked speeding. I don't like the feeling of it. 

"Please, slow down!" I begged again. 

"Will you just st-"

"Watch out!" I cut her off.

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"Evelyn, are you okay?" my mum asked shaking me. 

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine," I say trying to understand what just happened. 

"Mum, in the accident, was I in the passenger seat?" I shakily asked. 

"Oh my god what did you remember?" my mum asked, not answering my question. 

"I remembered being in the passenger seat of a car and a girl was driving, I don't remember who the girl was or what she looked like but she was going like 50km above the speed limit and I was asking her to slow down but she kept yelling at me and then I yelled out 'Watch out' and then that's it. That's all I remember" my mum sat in the drivers seat, not saying a word. 

"Well it's good you're starting to remember things honey, just, try forget about that night or of what you remember, okay?" she said as she backed out the car and drove out onto the main road.

When we got home, mum showed me my room and this is going to sound really bad but I hated it. My room was so... babyish. The walls were pink; I had a single bed with a shit load of toys. I had kiddy posters on the wall. I had just a lot of kid stuff in my room and I don't like it and I want to change it now because I cannot stay in this room with it looking like this. 

"Mum? Would it be okay if I could give my room a bit of a make over?" I asked. 

She was searching around in a draw in the kitchen and turned around giving me a white thing. 

"What's this?" I asked. 

"You don't remember your phone?" my mum asked, surprised. 

"Oh! Yeah, sort of" I said taking it from her hands and looking at it. 

"Your other one was destroyed in the accident but I got you the new iPhone 6 plus" she says smiling.

 "Oh okay, cool. Thanks mum" I smiled. 

"So about my room, can I change it?" I asked again. 

"I thought you would never ask" she sighed from relief. 

"We have to accept the fact that the old you is gone now and the new you is here and is here to stay, so I'm going to allow any changes you would like, to find your new self okay?" my mum said sitting on the kitchen stool. 

"Okay" I simply said. 

I walked back to my room and started playing around with my phone. It had a few contacts in it but that was pretty much it. Okay... it had 3 contacts in it. Mum, Caden and Michael. That's lame. After around an hour of playing around on my phone I've now downloaded Twitter, Instagram, Facebook, Snapchat and Tumblr. I might have had these things before but I wouldn't have the slightest clue to what the passwords would be.

I decided to further explore my room. Maybe look at things to help me remember things from my past. I walked past the mirror and was horrified. I just stood there staring myself down. My eyes creeping up and down my body. I was big. I was not skinny. I was indeed, fat. What size am I? I walked to my cupboard and pulled out a top and pair of pants and looked at the labels. I was a size 18 (UK-18 | US-16) in pants and a size 16 (UK-16 | US-14) in tops. What the hell? This is terrible. Why, why would my old self let me get to this size? This is not good. I need to eat healthy and run or something. I need to loose weight. 

"Mum?" I yelled walking towards the kitchen. 

"Yeah?" she asked. 

"Why am I so big?" I asked gesturing to my body. 

"This is not good, mum I'm like a size 16 and 18 in clothing? Why am I so big?" I asked, beginning to stress out. 

My mum was silent. 

"Are you going to tell me why I'm so big?" I asked again. 

She didn't say anything. 

"Okay are you going to tell me how I can loose this body and find a new one?" I asked. 

"That I can tell you," she answered. 

"If you want we can put you on a strict diet and I can sign you up to a gym and you have to attend that gym twice a day" she said quickly, getting to the facts straight away. 

"Right, first things first. Hop on the scales and let's see how much you weigh, follow me to the bathroom" she says walking out of the kitchen. 

I followed her and stripped my clothes leaving my underwear and bra on. I weighed a lot. Like we're talking 123kilos. I can't believe this. 123 kilograms. That is insane. Mum said my new strict diet starts tomorrow and she's on the phone with the gym now. I just can't get that number over my head... 123kg.

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Hey guys! Hope you're enjoying my new story! I'm trying to make these chapters as interesting as I can but Ashton won't be entering the story until maybe the 5-7 chapter. The reason for this is because I am trying to re-create Evelyn's character and when Ashton is introduced, you will understand why I did it! 

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- Ange