Punked ||Michael Clifford||

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I hate writers block OML! Warning! Triggering content! This is also not edited. Oops?

Ashton's POV

"Shut the fuck up you worthless piece of shit!" I felt a kick on my rib. That pain was nothing compared to the pain I was feeling on the inside. I was bullied by the same guy for the past 9 years. No one would help me, no one would ever stand up for me. I was an outcast. "Awe look, you cut your self again? Did you get a A on your test again?" I didn't respond. "Answer me!" I frantically shook my head yes. "That's what I thought! NERD!" He punched me once again this time knocking me unconscious. I woke up feeling like shit, probably looked like it too. I couldn't show up for class looking like this,it would raise suspicion.

I got into my car and drove home. What Brad said really spoke to me, I was really a worthless piece of shit. Ever since the 3rd grade Brad always used to bully me, at first it was teasing, then after the years it became physical. He would always tease me for being the smartest he would call me four eyes, nerd, cry baby. He would beat me so much, one time I was taken to the hospital because Brad had broken one of my ribs.

Once I arrived home, I went to my safe place; my bathroom. I locked the door behind me dropping to knees. He was right, I was a worthless piece of shit, I stood up opening up the medicine cabinet. I found the only thing that could help numb my pain for a little bit. I slid the object over my wrists feeling immediate relief. I felt as the blood trickled down, a small sense of discomfort burning inside me.

This wasn't enough, I didn't want to suffer anymore. I didn't want to go to to school having to face Brad again. I wasn't strong enough to take another beating from him, I would end up in the hospital again. I stood up once again opening the medicine cabinet this time taking all the pills in there.

One by one I consumed them, slowly feeling drowsy. I waited for them to kick in, I was gonna overdose, the pain would soon be gone. I would't have to face Brad anymore, I wouldn't have to deal with him. I laid there waiting for my body to shut down. I don't if there was a heaven, hopefully there is because I just wanted to live happily, with no Brad to drag me down. 

I felt as my body was slowly giving out, making my body heavier, until I could no longer move. I closed my eyes before whispering, "I'm sorry mom." Then all was black. 

 A loud beeping noise clearly was blaring in my ears, haunting me. A sense of panic arose over me, if I'm not dead Brad can still hurt me. I shot up from the position I was in, a stinging sensation on my arms. I looked around and saw my mom fast asleep in one of the hospital couches. I giggled at the fact that she looked really peaceful. I must have woken her, the next thing I knew she was by my side. "How do you feel?" She half smiled. 

"Not good, why didn't you leave me to die mom? I didn't want to be saved!" I couldn't handle this anymore. 

"That's nonsense! I know damn well that your doing perfect in school, you have lots of friends!" 

"Friends? Mom everyone at school hates me! I'm a reject, they hate me cause I'm so smart!" A tear rolled down my cheek. 

"Well what wrong with  being smart?" She raised an eyebrow at me.

"Everything is, Everyone hates me."I frowned 

My mom sighed. "I'm gonna go get some coffee. Do you want anything?"She stood up.

"No, thank you." She closed the door. I looked into my lap playing with my fingers. 

I was panicking cause I knew that Brad would find out about this. He would tease me, and of course, my mom would make me go to school where I would get beat. I wasn't ready at all. I was in deep thought when the door was yanked open, A pale, blue haired boy came in, he seemed oddly familiar. "Oh uh sorry! I was looking for someone else." He almost closed the door before I called out for him. "Hey um aren't you Michael Clifford?" I said shyly 

"No, I'm James Night. Who is Michael Clifford?" He half smiled

"No, your Michael Clifford. Your part of the gang Punked. What are you doing here?" 

"Damn it! I guess my covers blown." He walked in closing the door behind him. "How the hell do you know who I am?" He rose an eyebrow.

"I came across it in a book. Your gang is supposedly the most dangerous gang in the whole world. Your ranked number, next to Bad Blood." 

"Your pretty smart. How old are you kid?"

"I'm 18."

"Our gang could use someone like you on it. How would you like to become a member of Punked?"

As soon as those words escaped his mouth, I knew what my answer was. "Yes!" I already knew the risks of being in a gang. It was sure a hell of  a lot better than being beaten half to death everyday. I needed to join to finally feel some kind of peace. I wouldn't just be some nerd, I would be needed, I would be important, I wouldn't be a reject anymore. "What do you need me to do?" I smirked. 

"Well first of all, we need to get you out of here without being noticed." He looked around the room. "We can take the emergency fire exit." 

"One, moment I need to uh, take care of somethings." I looked down at what I was wearing. Obviously I couldn't go in a hospital gown, with my butt sticking out no. 

"Oh uh, sorry mate! I'll give you a minute"He cleared his throat, and walked out of the room. 

Putting on cloths seemed to be the hardest task when your sore. It hurt everywhere so every time you moved it would hurt. I opened the door and called out for Michael. Once he was in he spoke up. "Okay so were gonna have to be vey careful not to draw so much attention. If the security comes after us run! Got it?" 

I nodded my head. "Got it." We slowly made our way down to the side walk, thankful that the security didn't follow us. I got in Michael's car and we drove of. Hopefully this was the last time I would have to visit this hospital again. After about 3 hours we arrived at the house, it was more like a mansion. I was blown away at what a well hidden, and successful criminal can have. When I walked in I was greeted by 2 other guys, one being tall and blonde, the other being tall and dark haired. 

Michael introduced us to each other. We all shared our stories on how we ended up in Punked. Their stories made me feel less left out. I knew a that moment with those 3 guys that I was no longer a reject. 

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If any of you were confused as to why the chapter was in italics it's because this was a flashback on how Ashton joined the gang. This chapter was so bad OMG! I started school today and it was hell. I don't know anyone like at all. All my friends are in different classes. I had homework on the first day like WTF? I will be kind slow on the updates because of school and my grandma is staying over and due to shortage of space and my brother being selfish, my grandma is sleeping next to me. (The chapter sucked cause 1 I have no idea what to do until the other big thing I have planned and cause my creativity comes at really late at night and I can't write!)

So I'm sorry for the really bad chapter, I know this one sucked, I will try harder on the last update! Thank you so much to the person that told me to update because they love my story! I hope you have a great day! 

Wait I almost forgot, I WAS AT SCHOOL TODAY AND I SEE #5OnTheWall so I'm like WHAT IS IT THIS TIME? Then like I see people freaking out so I check and BAM 5 SOS HITS US WITH AN ALBUM! LIKE WTF? I WAS AT SCHOO, I COULD HAVE HURT MY SELF FANIGIRLING! I HATE THIS BAND SO MUCH I SWEAR TO GOD! 

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