Ashton stood in front of the mirror. He clenched his fist. What he saw was an ugly, useless, sad, helpless person.
He deserved everything the world had thrown at him.
He looked down at his arms, there were six fresh cuts trailing up to his forearm.
He grabbed his blade again and make six other cuts up his other arm.
He gasped at the feeling, a feeling that he longed for.
Pain
The only thing that made him feel better, the only thing that liked him as equally as he liked it.
It made him remember that he was alive.
But Ashton didn't want to be alive.
He wanted to be dead. He deserved to be dead. A stupid creature like him shouldn't rome around the earth. He was battling with himself everyday. An internal war.
A war that made him vulnerable. If someone were to prod his shoulder he was break into a million pieces.
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I hope y'all like this, this is my FIRST lashton fic and I hope you guys like it, if I could get 50 reads by the next two weeks, if that's possible, I will carry on with this fanfic.
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Fighting the darkness
FanfictionAshton was in the dark, but then Luke came along and showed him the light. Lashton fic Depressing, suicide, self harm. Do not read if your triggered by any of the things above.
