broken home a.f.i // short story

Chapter 1

Ashlyn j. White
Ashton f. Irwin

Both lost. Both lonely. Both different.

Ashlyn's pov:

'different', gosh I hated that word, I strongly dislike labels anyway, they just limit you. Like for instance: You like black, black clothes, black make up. And you get the label 'gothic'. But then you see a really pretty pink dress. But it's not black, it's not goth and what are the people gonna think of you? And you don't buy it. You know? It just bothers me. So I try not to label people.
Anyway, I'm Ashlyn, 19 years old. My life is pretty boring honestly. To say I'm a loner is an understatement, I only have one friend, Calum. He cheers me up, he always has my back and he's one of the only teens I know that doesn't drink. Alcohol scares the living shit out of me, it's what destroyed my parent's married and what made my mum a different her, still her but the abusive, angry, annoyed and exhausted version of her.
He also doesn't force me into going to parties and knows that I like to get a good 10 hours of sleep. I can always call him when my parent are fighting, even if it is at 4 am on a schoolday. He has been acting quite weird lately tho, like he has a secret but he doesn't want to talk about it.
I don't blame him, he likes keeping things to himself, just like me.

Ashton's pov:

People always call me different, I don't like that word, I don't like labels, I'd rather call myself 'out of the ordinary'. Lately I have been feeling really out of the ordinary, really lonely and honestly like something inside of me has died, like the lights turned of.
I only have three friends, Luke, Calum and Michael, they're with me most of the time but obviously they have a life aswell so sometimes I'm just a complete and utter loner.
And then my parents, well, my dad left us because he's a dickhead and me and my mom and I don't have a lot of money so I try to work as hard as I can when I'm not at school. And at night the packs of sigaretten and bottles vodka and whisky appear from under my bed and I just drink and smoke until I fall asleep. I know it's not a healthy lifestyle but I can't help myself I just don't like my emotions so I'd rather get drunk and have headaches every morning.

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whoo first chapterr
I know this story sounds so basic rn but I swear it's gonna get better