Suicide House // Lashton [COMPLETED]

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Disclaimer: this chapter is very hard to understand and I would put dashes to help you but I feel like it would ruin it because it is meant to be confusing, so good luck!! XD

Third Person:

Ashton stood up. His heart thumping in his ears. His head was spinning and everything was slightly out of he was still in the same place.

"Good morning." 

It was dark now and Ashton could hardly see anything. He turned his in the direction of the voice and whimpered.

Slowly, a face made itself clear and came through the dark.

"You might want to get up. Remember not to let the bed bugs bite."

Everything went darker. Completely pitch black. Ashton's body fell through the floor under the dusty dirty floorboards.

Cockroaches started to crawl onto his body, into his pockets and up his shirt. They where everywhere. He tried to scream as a large spider crawled across his face but no sound came out.

"Wakey wakey."

Ashton's eyes shot open, he was back home in his bedroom. Quickly he scrambled out of bed and ran down the corridor.

"Mom?" He shouted. He didn't know why he was back home. Perhaps the whole moving experience was a dream. He didn't care though, he could've done without that.

"Lauren?" He shouted louder as he walked into the empty kitchen.

"Harry?" He continued to walk. He walked to the front room and as he did, he heard a knock on the wall.

He walked backwards and remembered the basement.

He never liked the basement. It wasn't a cool one with a sofa and a TV and a beloved drum kit, but one for junk and toys.

In another situation he would've never gone into the basement, but he needed to see his family.

He pushed the door open and switched on the small light.

And there his family were.

Hanging from the ceiling, a stitched smile. All of them were looking at him. There eyes black with hate.

"Your fault Ashton. You should've never left them. Look what you've done. You where so selfish. Didn't deserve a family. All of them are dead. Because of you Ashton. Because of you."

Everything was black again, but then he snapped back to reality [OH THERE GOES GRAVITY].

He was back in his home but this time, he was standing in front of the mirror. He stared. He wanted to look away but he felt like he couldn't.

He looked closer. His eyes looked darker. His face, slowly, pulled up into a smile. Stitches sowed into his skin. 

He smiled menacingly, falling I love with the reflection.

"Let's go and kill."