•May 7, 2010 4 days before suicide•
I could feel someone holding my hand. They rubbed their thumb back and forth on the top of my hand.
"Ashton." The person said. "Don't leave us. There's only four more days until graduation. Just four more days."
I turned my head and opened my eyes slightly to see a bright light. I looked away.
"Luke?" I said my voice raspy.
"Yeah it's me." He pulled his hand away.
"How long was I out for?" I asked.
"All night." He said. I sighed. "You did it again Ashton." I shook my head.
"I didn't scratch at them. Rob did that." I sighed again. "He was drunk, like he always is."
"Luke, can I have a minute with Ashton." He turned his head towards my mom.
"Yeah, Ms. Irwin." He said standing up.
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"Why didn't you tell me!" She yelled.
"Tell you what!" I tried to tell back to her.
"About Rob!"
"Mom, I've tried since the day I met him! This could have been avoided if you told him about me!"
She looked down. "Ashton, I did tell him. He was too drunk to remember."
I gave her a slight laugh. "'Mom, he's always drunk. Just leave him now before he turns into dad."
She sat down at the edge of my bed. "Ashton, I can't leave him."
I looked at her. "What do you mean?"
"He helps us."
I glared at her. "Helps?" I shook my head. "The only thing he helps with is emptying the liquor cabinet."
She looked away from me. "Just give him a chance Ashton."
"No." I said. She looked back at me.
"Well they said you could go home today." I nodded.
"He's not home is he." I said. She shook her head. "Good."
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"Why don't you go up to your room and lie down?" My mom said as we walked in. I shook my head. "Just at least lie down."
I sighed walking into the living room and lying on the couch.
"Do you want anything sweetheart?" She asked me. I shook my head. She smiled at me and walked into the kitchen.
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I lied there staring blankly at the television. I sighed sitting up on the couch. I staggered to my feet.
"Mom!" I yelled. "In going to my room!" She didn't respond.
I shrugged staggering up the stairs to my bedroom.
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As I lied there my eyes began to drift open and then close. Then as they finally closed I could hear yelling coming from downstairs. I sat up.
"'Mom!" I yelled once again. "Mom!" I walked down the stairs turning into the kitchen.
There stood Rob with my mom pinned again the wall.
"What are you doing!" I yelled at him. He turned to look at me.
"Nothing you little shit. Why don't you go cut yourself or something you always seem to be doing that."
"Fuck you." I yelled. He surged towards me. I hit my head again the door frame. I looked past his shoulder to see my mom who stood there with dried blood on the side of her head.
She was being abused by him.
Leave him.
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