•May 3, 2010 8 days until suicide•
"Ashton!" My mom's boyfriend yelled banging on my door.
My eyes opened slowly. I rolled over onto my back. "What!" I yelled.
He opened my door. I turned my head towards him. "Did I say you could come in?"
"Get up." He said.
I swung my legs over the side of my bed. I stood up, then falling back on my bed. I began to see stars.
"Get my mom." I said my voice echoing as I spoke. He just stood there. "Get my mom!" I yelled louder.
I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. I sat there on my bed looking down at the ground.
"What's wrong baby?" She asked me. I shook my head.
"I don't know." I cried.
She reached her hand up to my forehead. Her eyes widened.
"You have a fever." She took my hands and pulled the bandages down low enough to see the cuts. They were infected. "Why don't you stay home today." I nodded lying down.
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"Mommy? What's wrong with Ashton?" I heard Harry say from outside my door.
I could hear little footsteps walk into my room. I tried to keep my eyes open for him. He walked up to me and smiled. He kneeled down next to my bed.
"Are you okay?" He asked. I nodded giving him a weak smile.
I swallowed. "I'm just a little sick. Nothing to be worried about Harry." I said to him. I pulled my hand out from under my covers. Harry took it.
"I want you to be okay." He said tears i his eyes. I pulled my hand up to his head.
"I'll be fine Harry." I said. "I'll be fine."
He smiled. "Ashton," I nodded. "Mommy's friend downstairs, why is he mad?"
"He's mad that I'm like this." I said weakly.
He tilted his head. "Why would he be mad?" Harry looked at the bandage. "Is it because of these?" He began to lift it up. I pulled my arm away.
"It is because of those." My eyes began to close further.
"I'll leave." He said. He stood up and began to walk out but stopped and turned back to me. "I love you Ashton." He kissed my forehead. I smiled. "Love you too Harry."
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I lied there staring at the wall trying to keep my eyes opened. I then heard a quiet knock on my door.
"What?" I said my voice barely audible. The door creaked open.
"There's someone here to see you." My mom said. I turned my head toward her.
"Why would anyone be here for me?" I asked.
"He said it's important." She said.
"Who's he?"
"You can come in." My mom said to someone in the hallway.
Luke walked in with a stack of books and papers in his hands.
"Hey, Ash."
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"Tell me again why you came here?" I asked Luke.
"I just wanted to know if you were okay." He said looking down.
"I remember a few days ago you and Michael coming to see me at that support group. You both wanted to beat me up." I looked over to him.
"I don't want to hurt you Ashton." Luke said. "I don't want to do what Michael makes me do. He's brought me to parties that I've gotten drunk, high, and laid at. I don't want to do that. I want to be your friend again."
I looked at him. "You don't want to do that."
He looked at me. "Why?"
I swallowed. "Because of what I've done to myself. People think I'm too different."
Luke shook his head. "Ashton, I want to be friends again."
I smiled. "Okay." I pulled my hand out from under the covers. "Friends."
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"How do you feel baby?" My mom said pushing hair out of my eyes. I shrugged.
"A little better than I did an hour ago."
She nodded. "That's better than saying you aren't." I smiled. "Why did Luke come here earlier?"
"He wanted to see if I was okay." I said.
"I thought you said before you two weren't friends anymore." I shook my head.
"We're friends again."
She smiled. "Well that's good." She sighed. "Well, if you're well enough tomorrow you're going to support group."
I rolled my eyes. "Really? Do I have to go."
She nodded. "Ashton, you're going. I mean look at what you've done to yourself." I sighed. "Why don't you get some sleep?"
"Mom, is your boyfriend mad?" I asked.
"Rob? He's not mad. Why should he be mad?" I shook my head.
"Never mind."
Leave him, mom. Just leave him. Everything will be better without him.
Note: Oh my god I'm sorry this sucks.
But I kinda hope that this will get as popular as Asylum and Schizophrenia
