Schizophrenia|| 5sos #Wattys2015

Ashton

Recap: My eyes began to close. "Fuck you!" I screamed. "Fuck you!"

I sat in the corner of the room my head twitching. "He deserved it!" I screamed. I pulled my legs closer to my chest. I breathed in. I closed my eyes. I saw her. My mother's bloody head in my hands. I took another shaky breath. "She's there!" I screamed. "He killed her right there in front of me!" I closed my eyes. Then I heard the door creak open. My head shot up. "Get the fuck away from me!" I screamed. The two guards walked up to me grabbing my arms. I fought against them. "Let go of me!" I yelled. "Let me go!"

The guards dragged me down this long hallway where I knew I wasn't meant to be. "Why am I down here?" I asked them. "You're considered criminally insane now." One of the guards said. I shook my head. "I want to see my therapist!" I yelled. The guards sighed. "Fine, but he don't want to see you kid." I rolled my eyes. "Just bring me there."

"Strap him down." My therapist said. The guards took out these leather belts that wrapped around my hands, ankles, and torso. I fought against them. "No way of getting out Ashton." He said. I breathed in. "I want to be alone with you in here. Get these two men out." I said. My therapist looked up at the two guards. I turned my head and watched them walk out. "Now tell me why I'm considered criminally insane?"

He sat there his fingers laced together. "Ashton, you beat your own father and was having a breakdown." I shook my head. "That doesn't consider me criminally insane, sir." I said looking him in the eye. "You don't know what happened that night! You weren't there!" I shook my head. "You never saw her head! Clean hole right through her fucking head!" My therapist stood up. "Enough!" He yelled. I looked at him. "You can't even handle me talking about it!" I laughed. "Why don't I put you in a scene from my fucking life?" I looked at him. "Alright, you're 13 your dad has you sitting a chair. He's slapping you, cutting your face, and banging your head against the wall. He tells you to wait there in the chair. You tried to get away but then comes back and points a gun at you. You tried to get out of the house but instead he shot you in the shoulder. Then he makes you sleep in the yard while you're in pain and bleeding. And then no one comes to help you till the early morning." He shook his head. "Now do you know why I fucking beat his ass!" I yelled. "That's enough!" He shook his head. "You are morbid." I laughed. "Well that fucking story happened!" I yelled. "Pull down this sleeve and look at my shoulder." He walked up to me and pulled the sleeve down. "That's the gun shot wound." I nodded. He then walked to the door and peered out to the guards. "Get him out. Take him back to the calm room."

I continued to fight against the guards as they dragged me back to the calm room. They through me in. I stood back up and banged on the door. "Let me out!" I yelled. I backed away from the door. I slid myself down the wall. "I'm sorry mom. I fucked up." I mumbled. "I fucked up." I sat there in silence. I stood up and rocked back and forth and my heals. "I want to get out of here!" I yelled. "I didn't do anything wrong!" I sighed and slid back against the wall. Then I heard the loud creak of the door opening and closing. I heard a thud of someone being thrown in. I looked up catching the person's eye. "Ashton, help me."

Note: Cody? Is that you?

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