(Bounded all thoughts and corrected common sense
You're raising suicidals with your predetermined titles
Like "a mess, distressed, I am unimpressed, you're excess
A dress is all you'll ever be."
Gender roles impose control and deceive progressive times
Welcome to the land of the broken minds
Hush boy, oh hush boy, don't say a word
Throw on a jersey and no one gets hurt
Hush girl, oh hush girl, just bat your eyes
Play our little game, play our little game
~Little Game//Benny)
Ashton's Pov.
Pain that's what I feel. I can almost feel my blood pulsing through my brain. I flutter my eyes only to see bright lights. My senses begin to come back to me, I hear harsh beeps through the ringing in my ears.
I squeeze my eyes shut thinking, trying to figure it all out. 'How did I get here? What happened? Am I okay?'
All these thoughts run through my head. I slowly sit up opening my eyes, allowing them to adjust to the lights. I look around studying the room, I see Luke sitting in an uncomfortable hospital chair asleep, dried tear stains running down his face.
It hits me as to what happened all my thoughts came back all the memories hitting me like a ton of bricks.
I had a mental breakdown during therapy after telling Luke he'd be okay.
'Oh god. Oh my god. How could this happen' I think, running my hands through my hair beginning to tear up.
I begin to hyperventilate in between my harsh sobs. I hear Luke wake up but can't stop my breathing getting worse and worse as tears fall rapidly. I hear my name being called but I can't seem to turn to anyone.
"Ashton please your going to pass out!" I hear Luke scream at me. It doesn't help only bringing back harsh memories. I hear the beeping becoming more frequent, doctors are suddenly entering the room.
Coming near me trying to touch me I hear screaming. I realize it's me I hear myself but can't feel it.
"Get away from me!" I scream, fighting against the doctors seeing them drag Luke out of the room I panic more than before.
"We're gonna have to sedate him." I hear a doctor say to another. Two of them come to my sides, as I try to fight them off.
I see a needle coming near me and start trying to fight back against them. I feel it pierce my neck and my vision begins to get blurry.
I begin to fall into a sequence of unwanted flashbacks.
*MAJOR HOMOPHOBIC TRIGGERS MY BABIES!!!*
*Flashback to age 5*
I look up at my father with curious eyes. "Daddy, but why is it such a bad thing?" I ask in a small voice.
He looks furious. "It's an abomination. In the bible it even says we should not accept them. In fact it says we should kill them." He says looking angry.
"Daddy why are you so upset about it though? It's not our problem." I say pulling my eyebrows together.
I feel my cheek begin to hurt and tears burn in my eyes. I look up at him my bottom lip quivering, "I'm sorry papa I won't repeat that." I say putting my head down.
