Ashton
"Didn't you say you were turning 19 in two weeks the first time I met you?" I asked.
"Yeah. My birthday was yesterday, the 18th." She looked down at her hands.
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry. I've ruined your birthday." I apologized, feeling horrible.
I could tell she was crying.
"Happy birthday." I said, my voice not even near a whisper.
"Thank you." She said, starting to cry loudly.
"Please, don't cry." I sighed.
"I'm sorry."
"Don't be."
"I'm sorry about what happened earlier. I have no idea why my dad is so mean."
"Hey, at least you have a dad." I said, instantly regretting it afterwards.
"What?" She said, her Italian accent slipping in.
"Nothing." I quickly said, hiding under the blanket that couldn't fully cover me.
"Fine."
"Dear, you have to go." I heard the nurse say.
"Oh. Bye Ashton." Connor said as I took the blanket off my face.
"Bye, Connor." I waved as she walked out the room.
"Oh, Ashton. You're going to a mental hospital."
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Broken Home
Fanfiction"We can live in a broken home together." [A.I.] **TRIGGER WARNING !!!!!!!!!!: includes death, cancer, self-harm, and depression** ***COMPLETED: 3/14/16*** cover art credit to mylastnameiscuadrado on instagram
