•May 5th, 2010 6 days before suicide•
"I don't want to be here." I mumbled to my mom.
She looked over to me. "Ashton, you need something more than just going to support ground twice a week."
I sighed. "Just because Luke said I needed to get a therapist doesn't mean I really have to."
She looked over to me as she moved some of my hair out of my eyes. "If it doesn't work out we can find s new therapist. Or stop it all together."
I looked back at her. "Maybe I don't have to go at all."
"Ashton just go in." She said unlocking the doors.
I pushed the door open. "This won't help mom."
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"So Ashton tell me about yourself." The therapist said to me as she crossed her legs.
"I'm 18. I've been cutting since I was in freshman year of school." I sighed. "My mom's divorced. She has a boyfriend who seems to hate me. I have a brother and sister, they're the only ones that care about me." I looked up at her.
"How do you feel about your mother's boyfriend?" She asked me.
I shrugged. "I just ignore that he's there. I don't care about him. My mom's happy with him." I looked down. "They don't care how I feel."
"If they don't care about how you feel then why did they send you here?" She questioned.
"My friend, Luke, old me I had to come. He said I needed help." I sighed.
"Let me see the scars Ashton." I sighed looked down to my arm and pulling my sleeves up.
"They're still infected." I winced as I pealed off the bandages.
"These have been since freshman year?" She said. I nodded. "Why did you start?"
I looked down. "I don't feel comfortable talking about it."
"Will you tell me Ashton?" She asked.
"No, I don't want to talk about." I said looking down.
"Do you want to tell me another time?" She asked. I nodded.
"That would be better." I said. "How long do I have to stay here for?"
"Well, we can end now if you want to." She said. I nodded.
"I'd like to leave now, please." She nodded.
"I want to see you here tomorrow."
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My mom's car wasn't outside the building. I could hear footsteps coming up from behind me. I turned my head.
"What do you want?" I asked Michael.
"I don't want anything." He said. "I'm here for myself not you."
"What are you here for?" I asked.
"No of your fucking business." He said storming away.
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"Was it awesome?" My mom asked me as I opened the door.
I glared at her. "I don't want to go back there. She wants me to tell her about my freshman year. You know I don't like to talk about it."
She sighed. "Ashton, it's better to tell her than to keep it to yourself." I shook my head.
"I'm not telling her anything."
"Ashton, do you need to go back tomorrow?" I nodded.
"Do I have to go to school tomorrow?" My mom out the car in drive. She turned her head towards me.
"Ashton, I told you before you can't hide from your problems."
Note: Wow, this kinda sucks I'm sorry.
This whole part was so boring, oh my god.
Oh well you guys seem to like it anyways.
