Its been over a week since I've left the house. Dad went back to Chicago to finnish his buisness trip, and i stayed behind to feel sorry for myself.
i guess its normal that no one had come to check on me yet. Ashton was at a football tournament in Oregon so he of course didnt come.
my neihgbour miss Rossella came to drop off some cookies and shit. they fucking had raisens. i cant take this anymore. no one cares.
my thoughts are interupted by another knock on the door.
i didnt want to answer cuz i like never do. so i just waited in my room hoping whoever it was would go away.
my window all off a sudden burst open with force causing me to jump and fall out of my chair, making me cut myself a bit deeper than i intended. i cried out in shock and pain.
"WHAT THE FUCK!!!" i screamed.
Ashton popped his head in and laughed but upon seeing my predicament he froze.
"Oh my god..."
the white carpet was covored with blood and since i hit an artery, blood was legitamently spurting from my arm.
Ashton picked me up in his strong arms and carried me downstairs to his car. Ashton always seemed to know what to do. he was the only one there for me when i needed help.
I always seemed to be getting hurt when ashton was around. I had really begun to think he cares.
