I walked down the halls my head held low. I could hear the whispers of people. I sighed.
Once I got to my locker I slowly opened it. I hid my head behind the door of it. I pulled out my books as I scratched at my other arm. I then heard a creak of my locker door. I closed my eyes.
"Please don't hurt me." I said.
"You've already hurt yourself." I opened my eyes. It was Luke.
"Get away from me you son of a bitch." I stepped back.
"Ashton, please just let me talk to you." He said stepping towards me.
"What's there to talk about?" I questioned him. "I remember you telling me if I cut more you'd stop being friends with me."
"I don't mean that." He said reaching his hand out trying to grab my arm.
I pulled it away. "Luke, that was 3 years ago! And I don't need to put up with your shit I have enough going on. So, leave me alone." I turned away leaving Luke standing there staring at me.
"I'm trying to help!" He yelled.
I looked back at him. "I don't need help."
I sat there in the back of the room, my head in my arms. I continued to scratch at my wrists. I sighed looking up at the board.
"Ashton, do you want to share anything with the class?" My teaches asked.
I looked down at my paper. "No."
I kept scratching at the scars. I then felt something warm drip down my arm. I pulled back my sleeve. My eyes widened. I raised my good arm.
"May I go to the nurse?" I asked. He turned around and nodded. I stood up and quickly walked out of the room.
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"Now what happened." She asked me.
I looked down. "You do know I harm myself correct?" She nodded. "I scratched at my scars and this happened." I pulled my sleeve down to show the healing scars ripped open with blood hardened to my skin.
She sighed. "This happens from scratching?" I nodded.
"I did it last night too." I said pulling my other sleeve up to show the bandage will small dots of blood that made it to the surface.
She turned back to me a bandage in her hand. "Keep the bandages on for about a week." I nodded. "Ashton I think you should go home and get some rest."
I looked down. "No ones home to get me." I said lying. She looked at me.
"I'm calling your mother to pick you up then." I sighed. The nurse turned to the office and took the phone from the front desk.
I swung my legs back and forth as I sat on the table. I pulled my sleeves down far enough to cover the bandages.
"You're mom will be here soon." She said walking back into her office.
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"I'm here for my girlfriend's son." I heard a voice say. It was him. I said to myself.
"What's his name?" The secretary asked.
"Ashton Irwin." He said. "I was told he was in the nurses office."
The door to the nurses office opened. I looked up and have a small smile.
"Hi." I said nervously. He stared at me his head shook slowly.
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"What the fuck did you do!" He yelled pulling my arm up. I winced.
"Stop!" I screamed as he pulled the bandages off my arms.
"What did you do to yourself!"
I slapped his hands away. "Fuck off! You're not my real father anyways!" I opened the door to the car and stepped out.
"Where are you going!" He yelled.
"Home." I said.
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I lied there on my bed. I stared at my walls. I heard a knock at my door.
"Ashton?" It was Harry.
I sighed. "Come in." I said sitting up and crossing my legs.
Harry walked into my room and sat down on my bed.
"Why is mommy crying downstairs?" He asked me.
I looked down. "It's because of me." Harry looked at me.
"What do you mean?" He asked.
"You don't want to know." I said.
Harry moved closer to me and pulled me into a hug.
"I don't want you leave me Ashton." He said.
"What does that mean?" I said looking down at me.
"I did hear one thing mommy said and that was that you tried to kill yourself. I don't want you to be gone. I want you to stay here with me and be my big brother."
Note: Awww Harry!
I hope this was good. I really want this to be another one of my popular fanfics.
