Holding Hands;lrh

Thirty-One

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"You know what why don't you just go!" I heard my mom yell at an incredibly loud volume. I'm sure everyone could hear them.

"Then I guess I will!" He said.

The next thing I could hear was the door to my moms and step dads room being opened. I heard muffled noises through the wall, and I looked around my room for my ear buds. I couldn't find them anywhere, and my eyes were starting to water. Tears were brimming my waterline as I finally found my earbuds, and I heard the front door slam shut. I plugged in my headphones and blasted my music.

This was the 50 time this past week my parents have fought over small things. I thought maybe they were actually happy together, but I guess not.

With tear stained cheeks I put on my boots, and grabbed my phone, and climbed down the carpeted stairs. I passed my mother and started towards the back door. She started to say something, but I didn't stop listen. I didn't want to listen to what she had to say right now. I've had enough of her fighting with every guy she marries.

I started towards the garage where music was loudly heard from. The crisp March air hit me, and I was taken a back. It wasn't cold, but it wasn't warm. It was just in the middle and it was good.

I turned the knob of the garage door and busted inside and walked to the couch. I just sat down and hugged my knees. No one knew I was here except Ashton. All the three boys were turned around. Ash had a confused look on his face as he looked at me and stopped drumming, but the three boys kept playing. Ashton got out from behind his drum kit, and immediately cued the boys to stop.

"What the fück Ashton we were going good!" Michael yelled.

"Well I'm sorry I was curious as to why your sister came in here crying," he fought back.

"She's not my sister Ashton and she never will be," he spat.

The tears just came in an even bigger wave now, and I felt my heart drop. We had gotten close since I was in the hospital. What did I do wrong?

Ashton gave me a sympathetic look before I got up and marched out of the garage. I didn't know where I was going but I wanted to just get away from here. I wanted to get away from life.

I made my way out of my backyard opening my fence, and stepping into the alley. I kept walking until the busy street, and I still didn't stop there I kept walking stopping traffic. I could hear the horns from the cars beep, but I couldn't process it. I heard my name being called but I couldn't process that either. I literally felt a sense of emptiness. Like a whole was per mantle placed in me and nothing could fill it. I wanted to curl up into a ball and die.

I felt someone grab my wrist, and I turned around to see Luke. He looked pained and I don't even know why. If I'll never be Michaels sister, I'll never truly be Luke's girlfriend. He'll never truly love me. So what's the point? If no one loves you what's the point of going on? If no one will miss you when you're gone why not just do the world a favor?

I just ran away from him. I ran until I got to the front of my house. I was surprised he didn't catch up with me considering he is a giraffe. He probably left. He probably is done dealing with my depressed thoughts.

I ran back up the carpeted stairs, and into the bathroom. I locked the door behind me as I started a search. I finally found the bottle I was looking for. The orange bottle with the white lid. It contained my answers to everything now. I opened the bottle, spilling out the contents and throwing the plastic bottle aside. I shoved all the contents of the small orange, plastic bottle into my mouth and I down a glass of water. I could feel myself drifting as I stumbled down on the ground, I hit my head on my way down and next thing I knew it was black.

Black.

Black empty space.

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Okay please don't hate me?!? Also thank you for reading this hope you enjoyed...
-dauntlessluke xx