Depression - a.i

Him.

I run to the bathroom and lift my sleeve up, Ashton stood in the doorway. I run my arm under the cold water tap.
"Are you ok?" His voice startles me a bit.
"Yeah" I say, instantly lying.
"You don't seem it" He says taking a step closer.
"Ashton please go away" I say almost in tears.
"I couldn't possibly leave you like this"
"Ashton."
"Isobel, sit, let me take care of it" He says getting a band aid.
"I-um" I start to try and explain myself.
"It's ok, I understand"
I sit for a moment and study his arms where I see scars, like mine, battle wounds, pretty pictures with ugly stories.
"You see" He says. "We don't all lead happy lives"
I smile weakly and a tear falls.
He wipes the tear away and then leaves the doorway, not taking a second glance.
I sigh before going to lay in my bed.
"Maybe I wasn't alone in this world, maybe there are people who struggle as much as me, know what I am going through" I say to myself quietly.
I scroll on my phone. I have a few comments on my latest Instagram photo from none other than Harry. I read them and delete them before crying a little more again.

I thought about tomorrow, school. Him. I have to sit through 6 hours of hate and physical abuse from him.