Tweedle-dumb And Tweedle-dead

Where'd you go?

Where'd you go?

I miss you so.

Seems like it's been forever,

That you've been gone.

~Fort Minor

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LUKES P.O.V.

Ashton hasn't been in school all week. There are romours that he killed himself all over school. I hope he didn't. I hope nothing happened to him.

I'm so worried, and it's starting to show. I haven't gotten a good night's sleep in three days, and I haven't been able to eat much recently. I'm always distracted and looking for him. 

It's friday, and I'm in lunch now, but I've only taken a bite of my turkey sandwich. I'm staring at the door, desperately hoping to see Ashton walk in, but lunch is almost over and he still hasn't shown up.

"Luke, you have to stop worrying. I'm sure he's fine, maybe he went on vacation with his family, or maybe he's sick. You can't just not eat and ignore everything ." Michael says, putting his hand on my shoulder. 

"Maybe he's not fine. What if the rumours are true? What if he's dead?" I ask worriedly, not taking my eyes off the door.

"Luke, maybe this is good. Maybe it's to show you that you shouldn't be hanging out with Ashton. Of course, I hope he's not dead, but the way people are saying it, like they wouldn't be upset if he was, like he deserves to be, maybe you shouldn't get to know him." Calum says hesitantly, knowing how mad I get when he talks about Ashton like that.

Just as I open my mouth to reply, the bell rings. I turn my attention away from him and take one last look around the cafeteria, frowning when I'm sure he's not there.

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I'm sitting in my last class of the day, English. Louis and some of his friends are in this class too.

I'm not even trying to pay attention to the class at this point, I can't stop thinking about Ashton, I can't stop worrying. I don't know why I've grown so attached to the boy. 

I'm staring at my desk, doodling some flowers and airplanes and random things, trying to get my mind off of Ashton, when I hear half whispered talking behind me.

"So do you think the fag actually killed himself?"

"I don't know, but I hope so."

"Maybe he finally realised that no one wants him here."

"Whatever the reason, I hope the worthless idiot finally did something right and killed himself. Painfully and slowly. He deserves as much torture as possible." 

I recognize the last one to be Louis, the others must have been his friends.

I turn to them, outraged. 

"What the fuck are you saying?! You're wishing death and pain on another human! How could you be so cruel?!"

Louis glares at me. "The fag deserves death and pain. You don't know anything, you have no right to stick up for him!"

I scoff. "I have no right to stick up for him?! You have no right talk about him like that! Or to him like that! You have no right to bully him, no matter what he did!" 

At this point I'm pretty much yelling. 

"Mister Hemmings and mister Tomlinson, to the principal's office right now!" The teacher demands. 

We both get up and storm out of the room, getting detentions and a scolding. 

  

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Sorry if this is bad, I wasn't really sure what to do with it  /:

Love you!♡

~Cyanide Tally