Wonderwall- M.G.C

5- you're too kind.

heyo, long time no update, oops. but anyways, i was thinking Kristen Stewart was kind of what i had in mind for Cassidy, idk, yeah anyways enjoy

I sigh and run a hand through my short, black hair as I walk into the mall. Ashton, Ashton, Ashton, I need to find him and get the hell out of here before my social anxiety gets the best of me. I breathe in and out in and out as I see more and more people from school; because apparently it's cool to hang out my water fountains and smoothie shops.

Guess I didn't get the memo.

I don't leave my house really other than nigh time and for school, and I only ever come shopping with Luke or Ash or Cal, and they just drag me everywhere whilst I zone out, so I don't really know where I'm going right now.

Suddenly someone steps in front of me and I snap out of my daydream.

"Oh look who it is, if it isn't the Art freak," Gracie says, in almost a bored tone.

I just hang my head down and try to walk past, my arms folded over my chest.

One of her Man Whore's shoves me back and I flinch big time.

"Awe, you scared? It must be where you alcoholic dad hits you," she pities. I bite my tongue.

"He's not an alcoholic," I whisper, suddenly everyone surrounding me makes me feel like the walls are closing in, and Gracie is standing too close and my throat is tight and I'm struggling to keep my calm.

"Ahwe, look everyone she's begin to panic! I'm not that scary am i?" she pouts forcing me to look into her eyes.

I shut my eyes and try to calm myself, my hands still wrapped around themselves.

"Just let her go," a voice suddenly speaks up, and I recognize it immediately.

It's Michael.

"And why would I do that Michael?" Gracie asks, flustered, her cheeks heating up at confrontation.

"Just leave her alone Gracie, what did she do to you?" he asks, shaking his head as he sighs. She stays silent and everyone glares at him.

Eventually Gracie steps aside and I sheepishly rush off to Hot Topic which is now in view. Ashtons leaning against the wall outside, his head lolling back in boredom.

"there you are-" he starts in annoyance. "Oh what's up Cass?" he asks in alarm, quickly pulling me into him.

"It was the people again," I whisper. He shakes his head before pulling away quickly.

"I'm going to deal with them once and for all," he says in a pissed tone, and with that he storms away.

"No Ashton!" he doesn't hear me.

By the time I've caught up with him, he's already yelling at them.

This is just going to make it worse.

"Who the hell do you think you are?" Ashton yells, and I watch as his hands itch to push her over, and people in the mall begin to watch.

"Coming from you, Fag!" she retorts, placing her hand on her hip like they do in the films.

Ashton just laughs.

"Says you, whore," he spits and I slowly grow more and more on edge.

"All you do is pick on my fucking sister, who's never done anything to you!" he yells.

"Ash, stop," I say, avoiding everyone's eyes on me and glare at the floor as I try to grab his wrists.

He pushes me off angrily and I flinch again.

Gracie notices.

"Even your own sister is scared of you!" she laughs bittery. "and she's done everything to me; you see, she likes to walk around all pretty and innocent when she's actually a little attention whore, who doesn't have any life because she's such a saddo, who cant bring herself out of the whole 'suicidal' phases," she stops and my stomach drops.

Everyone can't stop staring at me and I think I'm going to burst into tears.

It's all silent for a long time while I stare at the floor, everyone's stares ripping my apart.

When I look up Ashton is just shaking his head. Over and over again as he looks at Gracie suddenly realizes she's gone to far.

"You're a bitch." Ashton has tears glassing his eyes. "I can fucking tell you that much."

With that he turns and grabs my hand before tugging me away.

And all I can think about is the glare of Michael's eyes I can feel on my back.

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When we get in, dad is asleep. Of course he is; I don't know why I expected him to stay up for us, he's never done it before.

I sigh, and the verge of tears again and head up stairs.

"Cass, wait." Ashton says sternly, grabbing my arm. I yank it away from him.

"No. Ashton. I just want to sleep." I say, gritting my teeth.

He grabs my arm more sternly this time.

I have to try real hard to stop crying out in pain as his hands press on my sore wrists.

He must notice my pain and the tears brimming my eyes as I try to keep in my pain.

He releases my arm quickly, realisation glimmering in his eyes as he stares at me in devastation.

"Oh god Cass," he says, bring his hand to his mouth. "you didn't," he says, and I cant bring myself to look him in the eyes.

The thing is, I did; I hurt myself, I took out the blades again and punished myself for not being good enough. For not being good enough for my family, for ashton, for Gracie, for anybody.

"Oh my god Cassidy," Ashton is already on the verge of tears and he pulls me into him. I begin to sob on the staircase. He carries onto hold me.

"I'm sorry, Ashton, I'm so sorry, I'm sorry," I cry and I cry and I cry and I apologise.

"Don't say sorry beautiful, it's not your fault," he whispers, and I just cry harder.

Through ashtons caring arms, I see dad walk out and stio in surprise when he sees us.

"Oh..." he grumbles, running a hand through his hair. He takes a few steps towards us. "Are you okay?" he mumbles, and I want to yell at him. Like he fucking cares.

"I'm fine, thanks for caring, you're too kind." I snap, standing up and storming up the stairs without looking back. 

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