School Bus Graveyard-OneShots.

'Cowabummer'

(ANGST WARNING, I REPEAT, ANSGT WARNING ⚠️ This also contains self-harm, mentions of nightmares, child neglecting, blood, mentions of killing oneself, and other things in those criterias. Also, I've never personally self harmed but i have had thoughts of it, this is not a joke and is purely for entertainment, i am not trying to glorify it at all. Please, if you are self harming, seek professional help /pos. Luv u all btw)

Aiden's POV

Eesh.. We all slept at me and Ben's house again. Normally I'm not disappointed when we sleepover here, but recently i have been.. spiraling. I've been getting horrible nightmares again, and things with my parents have gotten way worse, they've been more and more neglectful. i had thought they stopped after the time i nearly killed myself. This was definitely considered depression.. I haven't told anyone yet. Not Ben, not Ash, not even my therapist. Things were just to much to talk about without crying, and i really, truly hated crying.

I slowly made my way out of the sleeping area and tiptoed to the bathroom. I had woken up, too, you guessed it, another nightmare.

I know it's wrong, but I've pickled the habit of cutting back up. It was the only way i could keep myself grounded. It kept me going, because it was the only thing i had control of.

(Skip if you don't like sh, or blood)

I picked up my knife that i had hidden in the bathroom. I brought it to my wrist and made a thin cut. I watched as the blood poured softly down and hit the floor. I made a couple more small cut, not wanting anyone else to see the cuts later. The blood trickled down again. It stung a lot.. it's been a while since i cut, so i suspected it hurts a lot more because of that.

Blood never did bother me. It probably made me look crazy but it was just a vital thing every human had, what's the difference if it was outside the body?

After a few more cuts, i sat down in the bath tub and just cried. It sucked but I couldn't help it. I think about 20 minutes past.

(Okay, we good 👍)

Knock knock

Shit- i haven't even cleaned up the blood on the floor, or my wrist!

"Uhh, who is it?" I asked.

"It's Taylor, and Ben. We noticed you left like 20 minutes ago.. we are a bit worried." She said. "We hope you aren't sick or anything!"

"Oh no.. I'm, uhm, I'm fine.. don't worry about me." I responded.

"Are you sure? You sound kinda down.. you don't sound like your usual self" She insisted. "Ben says that you need to open the door, he looks worried."

Shit, shit, shit. Ben obviously knows..

I moved my arm to the door handle and slowly opened the door.

When i did, Ben threw his arms around me in a hug. He definitely looked worried. So did Taylor, I'm pretty sure she noticed my wrist..

"Oh.. Aiden. Do you wanna talk about it?" Taylor asked me.

"..not really" I spoke in a hushed tone.

Finally, Ben pulled away from me and we all went back to the living room. The others were awake. Tyler looked slightly shocked but then he turned sympathetic, like he understood why i was doing it.. parent issues. Then came Logan, he seemed sad too, but yet understanding. Finally i looked at Ashlyn. She looked like she wanted to cry. She came up to me and gave me a hug.

"Why didn't you tell us..? Why didn't you tell me?" She whispered.

"I'm sorry.." Was all i could muster up.

"No, you shouldn't apologize, Aiden. It's fine to not want to talk about things." I heard Tyler say.

"Yeah." Logan chimed in. "We all understand, you don't have to worry. We don't have to talk about it. But we still want to help you."

"..thank you guys" I whispered, hugging Ashlyn more.

"Nuh uh, you don't have to thank us either!" Taylor spoke calmly. "It's what family does."

Family? I guess we were like family now. This was the best family i had, unlike some people i know. I'm so thankful right now.

"Yeah.. your right." I murmured. "We are family."