school bus graveyard (short stories)

love you, always. - aidlyn.

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tw: suicide ref, self harm ref

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aiden's POV:

There she was, dark orange hair that embraced her bony figure, dim green eyes that highlighted the array of freckles that spread on her face...lightly tanned skin from the sun, and light almost skinny lips. Ashlyn Banner, my girlfriend. It felt nice to think about...really nice. I don't know how I got her; and as I was laying down next to her, tiredly watching her sleep I realised I didn't deserve her. 

I didn't deserve anything really. 

All my friends, all my money, my mum, my girlfriend. Ashlyn. She was the best thing that ever happened to me and I didn't even deserve her. I deserved nobody. 

I didn't even know I was crying until Ashlyn started to shake me aggressively, calling my name. I cry too much for a boy. Boy's aren't meant to cry. That's what my father says. 

'Aiden!' She whispered, wiping my face. 

I sniffled, 'Hm? Yes Ashy?' 

'You're literally bawling your eyes out, you ok Aid?' She empathized. 

I shook my head in a "no" format. She kissed my cheek and looked into my eyes, she was so perfect. I kissed her lips and we held like that for sometime and then she broke it and cupped my face.  I smiled. 

She huffed, 'Wanna talk about it?' 

I nodded, 'Sometimes I just feel like I don't deserve anything. That maybe I should just put us all out of our misery.' 

She froze, 'By doing what?' 

'Ending it.' I muttered. She held my hand, tight. Bringing it up to her face, she started to press kisses to my knuckles, 'Aiden. I have to ask...how often do you think like this?' 

I bit my lower lip, 'Sometimes. You know...when it gets hard. Mostly it can be cured with- well. But I just...I don't know.'

'What can it be cured with?' She asked. 

I whimpered, 'Swish. Slice?' 

'Oh.' She looked down at her lap, still holding my hand. I didn't mean to upset her...I shouldn't have talked about this. She sighed heavily then switched her position, pushing me down on the bed. She pressed a kiss to my forehead and looked into my eyes, 'Aiden...please can I get help for you?'

'I don't want a shrink.' I spat back quickly. She shook her head, 'No...no shrink. Just a therapist.'

'Isn't it-' I was cut off.

'No, it's not the same thing...it's different. Therapy will heal you. I promise.' She tucked a piece of hair behind my ear. 

I groaned, 'You'll think I'm crazy. They all will.' 

'Babe. I get therapy.' She admitted. I looked at her shocked, not hiding it. She giggled, 'Did you not know? I don't know about the others... but I do.' 

Oh. Oh! That means I'm not crazy. Ashlyn is the least crazy person I know and she gets therapy so that means it's normal! I smiled at her, 'Ok! Sign me the hell up!' 

She laughed softly and kissed my cheek, 'Ok Aiden...'

I was about to go back to sleep, tangling our legs together, while she layed on my chest her head in my neck. My eyes gently tried to shut. 

'And remember Aid...' She whispered sleepily, 'Love you, Always.' 

I loved her too.

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