•May 8, 2010 3 days before suicide•
"Mom!" I yelled from my room.
"What!" She yelled back to me. I heard her footsteps coming up the stairs.
"Can I walk to Luke's house?" I asked grabbing my crutches.
She sighed. "That's not a good idea honey."
"Why?" I asked. "He's come to see me and he can barely walk too."
She walked up to me. "Alright. Get back before dinner." She reached her hand out helping me to my feet.
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"Mrs. Hemmings!" I yelled knocking on the door. The door creaked open.
"Hey Ashton." It was Luke.
"Should you even be walking around?" I asked. Luke laughed.
"I should be saying the same for you. You're the one who got shot." I looked down to my leg.
"Can I come in?" I said laughing. Luke opened the screen door me. "Thanks."
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"What happened before I got there anyways?" I asked Luke as I rested my leg on the table.
"We just started hitting each other. I knocked him down to the ground. He shoved me off of him." Luke leaned back on the couch. "Picked me up by the collar of my shirt and threw me down on the table. That's all I remember. What happened when you got there then?"
"He was holding a gun to her head." I looked down. "That's all."
"At least she's alive." He said. I nodded.
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Luke and I sat there on the couch. I looked down at my leg.
"Does it hurt?" Luke asked.
"A little." I said.
"Let me guess you've never gotten stitches." I nodded. "They'll fade and stop hurt in awhile don't worry."
I didn't say anything. Luke stared at me.
"Ashton, you've seemed off since yesterday, what else happened?"
I looked down. "If you saw her face Luke, I saw the fear in her eyes. She looked like I did when I'd cut." I felt tears come to my eyes. "She'd felt the same pain as I did. She's felt that pain. I've seen my mom scared before but never like that."
Luke looked over to me. "I'm sorry."
"Just seeing the gun to her head made me want to turn it on Rob. But he turned it on me." Tears streamed down my face. "I just want a normal family with a normal life."
Luke took my hand. "Nothing ever normal, Ashton."
I pulled my hand away. "If my real dad didn't walk out on us like that I wouldn't be like this Luke. I wouldn't want to be dead. I'm a fuck up. I'm worthless. I'm nothing."
"Ashton, don't say that."
"Well I can't think of any other good names for me. So those are the ones." I stood up.
"Ashton, don't you walk out that door."
"Luke! That's all I want to do! Walk out a door! Maybe a door that will end my life! I don't want to live like this!" I rolled up the bottom of my shorts to show the light lines of scars. "This is what I do! No one sees it cause I hide them!"
"I-I didn't know." Luke stuttered.
"Of course you didn't." I said. "I just call them war wounds."
Scars are war wounds too.
Note: The ending to this was better than the beginning.
But IM SEEING 5SOS TODAY OH MY GOD!!! IM ALSO MEETING 6 OF MY INTERNET FRIENDS!! CAN YOU HEAR ME CRYING?!?
But otherwise hope you like this story
