Ashton couldn't hold the emotions anymore.
He cried during the night and fell asleep with tears on his face. He was deep in thought and he refused to leave the room. His parents died for nothing and so as the rest of the humans.
The more he thought, the more he couldn't bare things. He now denied mostly to his powers because if he wasn't a human then it means that his parents weren't really his parents. He had so many questions and no one to answer them.
Why would his parents raise him if he wasn't really their son? Why didn't they told him the truth?
He shifted again and felt like all the tears in his eyes ran out, like even if he wanted to cry so badly right now then he couldn't.
Liam used to tell him about the creatures outside and knew a lot about them, but Ashton always figured it was because he was smart and read a lot, like he always tried convincing Ashton to do.
He didn't think it was because he was one of them, a friend of them.
He wanted to shut down all of his feelings at that moments, just stay blank and end the suffer that ached in his chest.
He pulled himself to sit when he felt a different ache in his bsck, telling him he can't lay down anymore.
He stood up and walked out of the room, frowning at the weird feeling that filled his guts. He somehow felt that the house was empty, a thing he was never capable of doing befor.
He walked down the stairs and was surprised when it really was empty and that his guts was true, Luke was gone and that was his chance he needed. It fitted perfectly with the way he felt and he knew he can't miss it.
He walked out of the house and stared at the empty street. Somehow it scared him more then to stay at the house but he knew it had to be done, he knew he can't stay with Luke.
He stepped on the empty road and crossed it slowly, going to the other side and feeling his heart tighten with every step he took toward the trees.
With a huge swallow of his fear, Ashton walked into the woods and started running, not caring if he was making a noise while breaking branches and sticks. He could feel the present of otheres but he still kept his legs working.
He fell but stood up and kept running until his legs gave up on him and he stopped for a rest. He breathed hard and even though it was quiet cold, he was still sweating and feeling the rush of warmth slowly filling him.
Another heavy breath was taken befor he stood to his feet and started walking again, slower this time.
In some point he just figured theres no use to keep walking if he doesnt know the area. Everything looked the same and he felt like he was goimg in circles so he ended up sitting on the ground and staring blankly at the view infront of him.
His leg was bleeding from the fall, it wasn't big but as he staree at it he figured it might draw someone.
And it did.
