needed ((5sos))

one + greetings

hope

i sit in my room, alone, pandora playing softly in the backround, while twitter is lit up on the screen.

i scroll through the @5SOS's twitter page.

@5SOS: so excited for the meet and greet next week! even more excited for the families to fly in!!

since when did this happen? nobody told me anything about this! then again, nobody ever tells me anything.

i exit out of twitter and open my messages. i open my brothers name and start typing.

to: brother
when are we flying out to see you?
sent 8:56pm

read 8:57pm

from: brother
you arent coming. only mom dad and mali are. nobody wants you here.

read 9:00pm

i shouldnt be so suprised at his reply but i am sad. i havent seen him or any of the boys in a year. i guess i really just miss him.

i close my phone and walk into the kitchen where my 'mum' is cooking dinner.

"what are you making?" i ask, trying to peak over her shoulder.

"definatly not your dinner." she replied. i just huff in dissapointment.

"why cant i go with you guys to see calum and the boys?" i ask again.

"because none of us want you to come along, and calum doesnt want you coming too." she said annoyance clear in her voice.

tears prick my eyes. i grab my house keys, and walk out the front door and head to maccas.

i open the door and see some elderly people sitting around with milkshakes or french fries. i sigh as i go up to order.

i order a large fry and a small coke and pay. my thoughts drifted away and started thinking of my 'parents'.

as you can see, my family doesnt give two shits about me. theyre always rude, but they mostly avoid me like i have a disease or something.

apparently i was the fuck up, or the mistake that shouldve died, or the ugly duckling. you see i dont think that im that ugly but im not the reddest, juciest apple in the tree either.

ive always taken care of my self, always bought my own things since i was 15, and taught myself the things my parents shoudve taught me.

its like im not even there half the time. im just ignored. they werent there when i needed them, only one person was though. and that person was ashton irwin.

ashton actually talks to me, even though my family tried to convince him that i wasnt worth talking and caring for. he knows about everything thats going on, but hasnt said anything to anybody.

i got my large fries and coke and walked back to the house. once i got up to my room, i plopped down on my bed and ate.

i, hope hood, has never been loved. well i guess my cat loves me. i mean i hope so.

once i was done, i changed into my big oversixed shirt and cried myself to sleep like everynight.

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a/n
so this is going to be a very depressing story if you couldnt tell. :/

:(((((((