•May 6, 2010 5 days before suicide•
The razor blade dig deep into my skin. Tears streamed down my face.
"It's only 5 days away and they had to do this now." I said to myself through the tears.
I stood there watching as the blood ran down my arm. I heard the door knob turn. I reached over to it and locked it.
"Ashton!" My mom yelled. I didn't answer. "Ashton!" She yelled again fear in her voice.
I pressed the razor hard into my skin. I screamed.
"Ashton! Let me in!" She screamed.
Stars dotted my eyesight. The room began to spin. My breaths got slower. Then darkness.
•Earlier that day•
"Did you go like I asked you to?" Luke asked me as we walked down the hallway.
"Yeah." I said sighing. "It didn't help at all."
Luke looked over at me. "It's probably all that can help Ashton."
I shook my head. "Luke I haven't done anything for almost three days now. I don't need to go there."
He shook his head and leaned against the lockers. "Ashton, you need this therapist to help you. Just try and go for a few more days."
I stared at him and sighed. "Alright, two more days of seeing her and I'm done."
Luke nodded. "Two days is better than nothing."
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"Ashton!" Luke yelled as I walked back to my locker.
I sighed. "One question Luke." I said as he leaned against the lockers again.
"What's the question?"
"After three years of not taking to me why start again now?"
He looked down. "I believe in second chances, Ash. You deserve that second chance."
I looked over to him. "Just why start a week before the end of school?"
Luke looked back at me. "As I said, a second chance."
I smiled. "Would you give Michael a second chance?"
Luke shook his head. "After the shot he's done he doesn't deserve it."
"I'm staying after for awhile. Why don't you start walking home. I'll catch up with oh later." I said walking away from Luke.
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"You said you wanted to talk, sir" I said sitting down across from my English teacher.
"Yes, Ashton." He said crossing his arms.
I looked down. "What is this about?" I asked.
"The day you asked me to got to the nurse there were some drops of blood from your seat to the door." He said. "What did you do to yourself?"
I looked down. "I had scratched at a scar and it started to bleed."
He shook his head. "Ashton, I bet many people have told you this but you need to stop. It's not good for you."
I shrugged. "I don't care." I began to stand up. "I need to get home." I said.
He nodded. "See you tomorrow."
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I walked home my headphones in my ears. I sighed as the music played.
"Irwin!" I heard someone yell. I turned my head. It was Michael. He ran up to me ripping the headphones out of my ears. He shoved me back against the concrete wall. I groaned.
"What do you want Michael?" I questioned.
"Did you tell anyone?" He said.
"Tell anyone what?"
"About yesterday." He said a scared look in his eyes.
I shook my head. "Michael no one talks to me."
He looked down. "Ashton, you tell a fucking soul about that I'll kill you myself and save you the trouble." He let go of my shoulders.
"Okay, I won't say a word." He nodded walking in the other direction.
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"I'm home!" I yelled walking into the short hall way. "Hello!" I yelled.
"You stupid shit!" Rob yelled at me. He stood there in the door way to the kitchen holding a bottle full of beer. "Where the fuck were you!"
"I was at school. A teacher wanted to talk to me." I said placing my bag on one of the chairs.
"Bull shit." Rob said his words slurred.
"Rob, fuck off you're drunk." I said walking up the stairs.
He reached up to grab my wrist. I tried to pull it away but he got it.
"Why don't you scratch at those some more!" He yelled. He tugged my arm closer to him and began to dig his nails into my skin. I screamed in pain.
"Stop!" I yelled.
He shook his head. He pressed them harder. I screamed louder. I finally pulled my arm away. I fell back against the wall. I held my hand up to my chest my shirt now having red blood stains on it. I stared at him.
"Fucking drunk! Just like my real dad!" I stumbled to my feet and ran up the stairs.
•Present•
Sirens. I could hear sirens. Voices echoed in my head. The words that came out of their mouths sounded slurred. I forced my eyes to stay open but they couldn't.
I felt someone's hand on my forehead. "It's going to be okay. It's going to be okay." Then the darkness took over me.
Note: Holy shit.
The ending of this was better than the beginning of this.
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