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E S M E One week Later

<<<TRIGGER WARNING. I DIDNT MENTION THIS BEFORE BUT THERE IS SOME SELF HARM AND SHIT>>>

"Hey Esme. It's time to get up." I groaned and turned around.

"Esmeralda." it was Ashton. Being the father figure again.

"Don't call me that Ashton." I snap. He scoffs and leaves the room. I roll my eyes as I sit up. I stretch and immediately go to the bathroom to shower.

I turn on green day and get in, singing along only to Wake Me Up When September Ends and 21 guns.

Once I was done, I dried off, went to the sink to wash my face and brush my teeth, then got dressed. We had to wear a uniform; white polo with khakis.

"Esme! Time to go!" I ran out of the bathroom and grabbed my backpack and phone.

"Coming Ashton." I say sounding slightly annoyed.

I have the right, I mean I was woken up at 7 o'clock in the morning, when I could be sleeping.

I meet Ash at the car and Lauren say hi. Harry gives me a hug and I give one back.

"So... Can we go?" I asked while they all stood there.

"Oh right. Haha" Ash said before opening the door. I open the door and say with Harry in the back.

"We drop Harry and Lauren off first." Ashton says not taking his eyes off the road. I nod in reply and silently sit the whole ride.

My day today goes School, Homework, Therapy, Dinner, more homework then bed. That's every Monday and Thursday for me.

I got classes with each of the guys and they said they would have the teacher out me next to them.

Once we got to the school, the high school I now attend, my stomach churns.

"Ash. I can't. I can't do this." I says staying frozen.

"You have to let's go." he says stubbornly. God What's with him today?

I roll my eyes and he walks me to the office.

"Hi! My sister, Esmeralda Irwin, starts school today." Ashton told the woman. She smiled and handed me some papers.

I looked down at them, one had my schedule and locker information and the other was a note to all of my teachers about me being by Calum, Michael, or Luke.

Ashton led me to my locker, which (conveniently) is next to Luke's.

"Hey Luke!" Ashton says as we approach my locker.

"Oh you are the lucky person to be next to me eh?" Luke asks smirking. I laugh and slap his arm.

"You are the lucky one." I blurt out randomly. He nods and smiles.

"First class?" he asks holding his hand out. I hand him my paper and he smiles.

"You have 3 5 6 and 8 with me" I smile back and he nods.

"Oh also, Calum and Michael are both in 5 and 8th." he adds.

I nod And the other two meet up with us.

"Hey. You have 1 and 2 and 5 and 8 with Calum. Then 4 5 and 7 and 8 with me." Michael says handing my schedule back to me. I nod slowly.

Calum grabs my wrist and runs to the first class, and as soon as we get there, the bell rings.

"Hi. This is Esme Irwin. She is the new kid." Calum says, almost out of breath.

"Oh well hello." the teachers says. I nod And hand him the paper.

He nodded and placed me by Calum and I didn't talk, at all. He read the bottom of the paper and looked up to me, "speech: extremely shy and won't talk very much if at all."

I nod And he hands me the paper. As I sit with Calum in the back ish, a few girls give me dirty looks.

I shook them off until one girl hands me a note.

Who the hell are you? Why are you with Calum? You aren't even pretty.

I stared at the note. I know I'm not pretty. I'm the exact opposite, and no one liked me.

I rolled my eyes and she smirked. I fiddled with my bracelet whenever I was taking notes and Calum kept looking over at the girl.

Calum. Calum isn't popular, but he isn't a nobody. Girls like him, not all, but a good amount. Just like the rest of the boys.

The bell rang letting us out of class and I followed Calum to second.

"Okay. This is history." he says with a big sigh.

He turns to me before we enter and grabbed my hands.

"There are people who are going to try and break you down. If they give you notes, ignore it. Please." he let's go and gives me a hug, a strange tingly feeling staying in my hands for a majority of the class.

Once class ended, I continued on with the day, getting dirty looks and ride comments.

I was now at my locker at the end of the day, when some Girls came up.

"Stay away from those boys. They don't even like you." One said. I rolled my eyes and slammed my locker.

"You are too fat, ugly, stupid and annoying for them, so back the hell up off them." she continued.

Ouch! I walked off, holding back tears, and once I was away from them, I ran home.

I lived 20 minutes away driving, so it took me a long time to get home.

"Esme!" my mom exclaimed as I entered the house.

"You scared me" she continued. I didn't look at her, I didn't respond, I ran up to my room.

I locked the door and jumped onto my bed and cried.

I say up and stared at a small box I kept on my desk. I slowly approached it.

I opened it, revealing multiple silver blades. I took a shaky breath as I grabbed one.

I sliced my wrist many times, repeating what people said. I watched the blood run out of the cuts and sighed.

This is the only way.

I dried up my cuts and let them sit out a bit before putting my bracelets back on.

Ashton knocked on my door, but I didn't respond, hoping he'd leave.

He ended up saying he is unlocking the door, I put my headphones in and turned on music to act like I never heard him. I made sure no cuts were seen, and he entered.

I jumped and turned to him.

"Get out Ashton." I say harshly. I pause my music and he starts coming closer.

"Ashton. I said get out." I say with a warning tone

"Ashton Fletcher Irwin! I told you get out!" I said, on the verge of yelling. He sighed and walked out.

I rolled my eyes and shut the door. I put my pajamas on and started playing my music out loud. I climbed into bed and cried for a while.

I didn't sleep. I couldn't. I stared at my phone before picking it up and going to my texts.

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From: Me
To: Blondie

Luke. I can't sleep.
2:26 am
From: Blondie
To: Me

Why? What's wrong?
2:33 am
From: Me
To: Blondie

Everything. I can't take it. My thoughts have taken over again.
2:34 am
From: Blondie
To: Me

Um okay. Just tell me what's going on.
2:48 am

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I sighed as I told him everything that happened. I texted him till around 3:30 in the morning before we both fell asleep.

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