Schizophrenia|| 5sos #Wattys2015

Ashton

Recap: "Hello?" My eyes opened slowly. "Hello? Is someone here?" I looked up. "Ashton is that you?"

"Cody?" I said walking to the side of his bed. "Get someone." He said his voice cracking. I nodded running frantically out the door. "Ma'am please help." I screamed grabbing a nurse by the arm. The nurse pulled her arm away. "What are you doing out of your room?" She asked me.  I shook my head. "No you don't understand." I yelled. The nurse grabbed my arm. I pulled my arms away. "Help him." I yelled at her. "Help who Ashton?" I looked at her. "Cody. He's awake." The nurse nodded. "Go back to your room and I'll check on him." I nodded looking down.

I slowly walked back to my room, my head down. "Ashton?" Someone said putting their hand on my shoulder. I turned my head. "Can we talk for a moment?" I nodded following my therapist into his office.

"Tell my why you tried to hurt your father." He asked. I bit my lip looking down. "I don't know." I said. "Ashton stop with this bullshit." I looked up at him. My breathing increased. "Don't yell at me!" I screamed grabbing my head. My therapist sighed. "Ashton tell me why you wanted to hurt your father." I looked down. "After what he's done to my family, he needed to know the pain." I said. "He killed my mother and tried to kill me. He thought he could get away with everything. But he can't." I stood up. "He also thought he could get away with cheating on my mom but that didn't work for him either." My therapist nodded. "Your father cheated on your mother." I sighed rolling my eyes. "No shit that's what I just fucking said." I shook my head. "Can I go?" He shook his head. "Sit down Ashton we have a lot to talk about."

"You don't fucking understand!" I screamed. "What don't I understand!" He yelled back. "What the fuck I went through!" I picked up a folder from his desk. "What's in here! All the fucking information about my family?" He shook his head. "That's a different patient." I laughed. "Well, didn't think anyone else had the same name as me. Ashton Fletcher Irwin. Not just the same but the exact same." I opened the folder. "Let's see what information we have here." I said looking at the documents. "Ah, here it is." I pulled out a sheet of paper. "Why don't you fucking update this. Instead of in police custody say fucking man whore. He didn't just cheat once he cheated on her maybe three more time after that." I yelled. "I saw him fucking another woman! I was 6!" I screamed. "Ashton, this session is over!" He yelled. I laughed. "I thought therapists were supposed to help! I don't see you helping me much!" I screamed. "What's there to help you with!" He yelled. "You don't need my help! I can't help you! Find yourself a new fucking therapist!" He grabbed my arm and threw me into the hall. "You're just scared of the fucking truth! My truth! You're scared!" I then felt hands on my shoulder. "Come on." I fought against the nurses that pulled my arms. "He's fucking scared of my life! He doesn't want to hear about it"

"Why don't you just calm down for awhile Ashton." I heard a voice say. I tried to lift up my hands. They were strapped down. "What the fuck!" I screamed. The nurse shook her head and walked out. I tried to get my hands out of the straps but it didn't work. "Motherfucker!" I yelled. I looked at my wrists and they began to bleed. "Fuck!" I yelled.

•Flashback•
"How old are you again Ashton?" The doctor asked. I looked at her paper. "Here." He said. I took the pen and paper and wrote down. "You're eleven." I nodded. "Let me see your arms." I held out my scarred arms. "How long have you been doing this?" I shrugged. "I just started." I mouthed. The doctor nodded. "Alright, well the nurses will be here soon to see you." I smiled. "You're brave kid. Really brave." I smiled at him again as he walked out. Fake. I thought. Everything about that was fake. I closed my eyes. I stood up out of my bed and walked into the bathroom.

I closed the door behind me. I stared at my bloodshot eyes. I could see the gun he pointed at me. I could see the fear in my own eyes. "Mom, I'm sorry."
•Flashback over•

I was awoken by someone shaking my shoulders. "What the fuck!" I screamed. "Ashton, shut the fuck up." It was Lily. "Go away Lily." I said closing my eyes again. "Wake up you stupid shit!" She said. "How did you get out of your room?" I questioned. "I should really show you how to pick a fucking lock." I shook my head. "Let's get these off you wrists." She said undoing the straps. "What the hell happened to your wrist." She said turning my arm over. I pulled it away. "Nothing. I tried to get out and that happened." She sighed. "Why did you come here anyways." She looked down. "It's Cody."

"What's going on?" I asked as we walked into Cody's room. "I don't know what's wrong with him." She said. I glared over to her. "You snuck me out my room for this. I'm not a fucking doctor." I turned trying to walk out the door. "Don't be a fucking smart ass. I know your not a doctor. Just tell me if he's okay." I sighed turning back to her. "Fine let me see."

I placed my hand under his nose. "He's still breathing." I said. "Then what's with the heart monitor." Lily said. I looked over to the monitor. I shrugged. "It's probably all fucked up. Nothing works here." Then I felt s hand grab my wrist. "Ashton. Lily." I looked down. "Goodbye." I shook my head. "Cody!" I yelled. "You're not dying! You're not dying!" I put my ear on his chest. I looked down. "What!" Lily yelled. "He's gone."

Note: He's gone. I'm sorry that I killed Cody.

Asylum News: I don't know what happened today.

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