Run And Never To Return

Chapter 4: No One Deserves to be Treated This Way

Ashton's POV

I looked up and the sun was in the middle of the sky I wondered how long I had been out. I had no idea. My foot had gotten better. I checked my bag to see if I had anything for it, I looked in the smaller pockets there was no pill bottles but I found a plastic bag that had pain killers written on it I thought for a minute and tried to decide if I should take them or not, I was so desprate at that point. I took one wide white pill out of the bag and studied it, L484 was carved into it. I came to a conclusion and I decided to take it I make my mouth an O shape tilted my head back and I pinched it between my fingers. I shut my mouth like it was a trap door. I wasn't in a situation to risk my life by killing myself where no one could find me. I'm pretty sure no one would know I was gone with that said. I didn't know what they were for or where they came from, who knows if they are actually pain killers.

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My foot's pain was awful but I could bare it. My face was tingling and whenever I moved it, it started to sting. I touched my cheek and moved my hand off of it in a flash "shit!" It throbbed. When I bit my lip without thinking about it my teeth penetrated into the gash in my lip from the knuckles of the peice of shit I called my step dad. I flinched. I know I'm not like all of the other people that go through stuff like this. Taking drugs and drinking and stuff like that, but I was at one point I try to stay away from things like that now because I don't see the point in flooding your sorrows anymore in liquor to drown out the pain or cope by popping pills to make you feel good. I try my best now to stay strong and try to keep my positivity though it is hard. For a while when my step father's drinking and his drug consuming was dreadful I ingested pills of a different numbers every night I didn't know how many that I was taking I didn't bother to count because I didn't care. The only thing I cared for at that rock bottom point was the adicting tingling feeling they gave me, and the blured forgetful feeling the alcohol gave me that I stole from him I wouln't remember a thing that's why I loved it I didn't remember the harassment and the sickness of my step father. I Don't know why he would treat me the way he did. I don't know why anyone would treat another human being that way. The only answer for him was violence. I wouldn't wish a life like mine upon everyone. No one deserves to be treated this way.

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When I used to cut it made me feel satisfied and made the stress disolve. Little did I know it was exactly the opposite of reileving I was just making it worse I soon got addicted and I thought it was good for me to let this stress go, but I wasnt doing it the right way. I wasnt doing it the right way because I was hurting myself and that wasnt helping me at all. I'm glad I realized this before it was to late.

I threw off my shoes well.... tried to, but the one on my right foot, it was grueling because 1. It was swollen 2. It hurt like hell! I did it. It wasnt without difficulty though. After they were off I felt the dampess seeping out of my forehead mixing with the cold. I glanced at them and looked away then looked back again. They reminded of the good memories and the corners of my mouth lifted into a smile I also thought of the bad memories and the coners dropped.

Narator's POV

The clouds concealed the lustrous freckle in the sky, of coarse she stared. She loved to look at the sky, she just dissolved into it. It made her feel indulged she loved it, it was now the thing that made her feel the most happy.