Tweedle-dumb And Tweedle-dead

I Need A Friend

I need a friend,

Who sticks by me through all of my sins,

Who uncomplicates the complicated things.

Is there such a friend? 

A friend who tells me I'm not crazy,

Someone who'll pick me up daily, 

Cause God only knows I've been on my knees too long. 

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ASHTONS P.O.V.

The three days after I woke up passed in a blur. I ate an apple, a banana and three peices of bread, sleeping the rest of the time. It's now Monday, I pretty much slept all weekend as well, though I still feel awful.

I already missed a week of school, I guess I have to go back. I wish I could just sleep the rest of the ninety-nine days I have to live. But I guess nothing can ever go right for me.

My father ignores me like I don't even exist, unless he gets a call from school about how my grades are dropping or I 'got in trouble', which is always when I get caught getting beat up and they blame the 'fight' on me.

When that happens, he yells at me a bit, beats me around a bit, makes me make him dinner, then goes back to ignorining me. I guess the bullying at school is better than him doing that every day.

So I roll out of bed, throw on a t-shirt and a black oversized hoodie with my skinny jeans, and walk to school.

Before I even walk in the doors, Louis finds me. 

"You're not dead? God, you can't do anything right." He pushes me, making me almost fall, but be grabs my arms, making me squeak as I try to hold in a scream.

He drags me to the side of the school, near the dumpsters. Oh great, he's going to beat me to a pulp.

"This is for all that time you got away with not getting hurt, you worthless fag." He punches me in the eye, that's going to bruise. Then he kicks me in my crotch, making me lean over, which gives him the perfect opportunity to windmill kick me in the face.

I fall to the ground, where I received countless kicks to my stomach and face, no matter how much I try to block myself. By the time he leaves, my nose is bleeding, my jaw is killing me, I have a black eye, my arms feel like I just cut them, I think I hit my head because it hurts a lot, and my stomach hurts so much it's almost numb. He probably bruised or even broke a few ribs as well.

It takes almost a whole period for me to get to my locker. My stomach slows me down immensely, I can barely walk.

The bell rings as I finish getting my books for the next class. I slowly make my way to the classroom, but on the way Louis pushes me down, making me drop all my books as well.

I sit up uncomfortably and start to pick up my things, unsurprisingly getting no help and even a few kicks along with insults.

I try to stand up but immediately fall back down, feeling like I'm going to throw up. Someone walks in front of me and I close my eyes, expecting another kick, but instead I get a beautiful voice.

"Ashton, are you okay? Want some help?" 

I open my eyes to see Luke standing above me, holding out his hand to help me. I hesitantly take it and use his strength to help me stand up without practically fainting from pain.

"What happened? Are you okay?" He asks again, not letting go of my hand as he puts his other hand on my shoulder.

I nod feebly. "I-I'm okay, thank you." I say quietly and try to walk off, but he stops me, not letting go if my hand.

"Ash, I think you should go to the nurse. Your eye doesn't look good, neither does your nose, your jaw is bruised, and I can tell more hurts." He says, sounding genuinely concerned. 

I'm so thrown off by his kindness that I nod. I don't know why, but I actually nod.

He smiles and puts his arm around my waist, helping me to the nurses office. Normally I would've protested to both things, but I'm too tired and hurt and I guess weak to care.

When we get there he knocks, but no one opens the door. He knocks a few more times before coming to the conclusion that the nurse isn't here for some reason.

"I can drive you home, okay? Or maybe to the hospital if you want." He offers.

"Thank you, but I've already missed a week of school, I can't miss any more." I tell him.

"Ashton, you need to heal, I really don't think you should stay-"

"Thank you Luke, really, but I'm fine. Let's get to class, okay?" I interrupt him.

He sighs but agrees. "Okay, fine. But please tell me if you want to get home, I'll drive you the moment you ask." 

"Thank you Luke." I smile only half fake, he smiles back.

"Of course Ashton."

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I walk in to the lunch room, late after getting another small beating from Louis' friend Josh, and get stopped by Luke on my way to the wall.

"want to come sit with us again?" He asks smiling. How can he always be so happy?

"Sure." I smile smally, exited to spend more time with Luke and his friends. I don't know why I'm exited to get to know people when I'll be gone soon, but whatever.

He leads me over to their table and we sit down.

"So, Ashton, where were you last week?" He asks, catching me off guard. He noticed I wasn't in school? Why would he notice?

"Yeah mate, Luke's been stressing about if you were okay all week." Michael says.

"I- Um- I w-was sick." I decide to go with a half true answer. I was kinda sick, I definitely felt sick.

"You know, we should exchange numbers, then I wouldn't have to worry if you ever don't shown up again." Luke says with a charming smile, making me forget about my plans and petty much everything except the fact that he wants to be my friend and I want to be his. I nod and enter my number in to his phone, him doing the same.

We talk the rest of lunch about Pokemon, me being more involved in the conversation then I've been in any conversation for about two years.

I don't know why I'm letting myself open up to these people, especially Luke. I don't know why I find myself wishing that we could become close friends. But most of all, I don't know why I, for a few minutes, don't find myself wishing for death.

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I wrote this chapter yesterday and today, it's so long wow :O 

I think it's pretty good, idk.

Love you!♡

~Cyanide Tally