Ashton's POV
Everything is hectic. I need a break. I just can't keep going on like this. It's killing me.
Evan is living with us now and as much as I love him, I swear he's a teenage boy.
I clean his room more often than I clean Jake's.
I would never give him up because he helps me a whole bunch, but it's another person to clean up after.
Everything is getting worse. Sky had another panic attack which lead to me having another panic attack. We both ended up back in the hospital for a day.
I'm so stressed out.
My leg thing is getting worse.
I feel so bad about Luke. I swear he hasn't been home in days. He says he doesn't want to be home ever since his mom got a new boyfriend, but I still feel bad.
His mom stopped calling me too. We used to talk on the phone every night, but ever since she got this new boyfriend I guess she's been less than herself.
But Addi is sick today.
My mom hasn't come home still.
I'm taking all my stress and anger out through self harm and excessive exercise. I'm super soar and my body is covered in red marks.
I get up in the morning and run until my lungs are ready to burst and my throat is dry and my vision blurs, then I turn around and run home.
Then I get in the shower and cut until the water is a steady stream of red and I'm dizzy from blood loss.
My mom stopped sending money as well. I'm starting to think she's just disappeared on us.
I have a job now. I got my cosmetology license and I work at a little shop in town. The pay is pretty good, but I don't have a lot of hours/clients. It'll be better when school is out.
To say I'm stressed is to say the least.
I need a break.
So bad.
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You Can't Save Me..
Fanfictie"You just can't save me." She would say. "I can try." He whispered as she drifted off to sleep. Her name was Ashton. She suffered from depression since age 8, been cutting since age 10, and starving since age 12. She knew from the beginning she had...
