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Chapter 5: -Ash's POV- Forget-Me-Nots

-Ash's POV- Foreget-Me-Nots

It was dead silent. And I don't mean where nobody was talking and everybody wasn't home silent: I mean the silent that is almost deafening and pierces through your ears like screeches tearing through you silent. I was alone on my couch curled up in a ball of insecurity. Mother and Father's words were still ringing in my ears, wailing and beating at me. I bit my lip hard as the dark and terrifying silence continued to swirl around me.

"I want you to leave now Asher. We didn't spend all our money on you worthless child for nothing."

"You can't even talk, I was shocked that they even looked at you! You're useless!"

"It's only because of us that you're going to such a prestigious school in Keijopa."

"Without us, you'd still be a worthless pile of sh*t on the floor still wandering the streets alone."

"But-"

They cackled and laughed. As soon as I said a single word,they laughed.

They laughed and laughed and laughed. Their laughter wasringing in my ears. It was the worst sound of all, even worse than the silence. I opened my mouth again, only to get more howls of laugher. I don't know what's so funny. My heart twisted painfully as I bit my lip hard and looked down, unable to even look at them as they shamed me. They just continued laughing and laughing and laughing. I should've known better than to talk. After exactly three minutes and twelve seconds of hideous and agonizing laughter, they walked away without another word, leaving their adopted son in a broken-up and terrified mess.

I put my hand over my mouth to hold back a choked sob. I wouldn't let myself cry. They said it shows weakness and shame so I never do it. I've never let a single tear out in my life before and there's no reason to start now. I should be used to this.

I took in a struggling breath and I slowly removed my hand as I placed my head in between my knees again to stable myself, letting the silence take over me again, their screams and howls of laugher continuously filling my head. I don't know how many times I do this... a month, a week, a day... If I counted I'm sure the numbers will just go up. My stomach growled but I just turned away from the kitchen. I didn't feel like eating.

I stayed here in my hole of emptiness. I feel like I can't breathe. Like, I'm in a stuffy and enclosed box that is slowly getting smaller, suffocating me. Then suddenly, someone poked a hole.

I slowly and shakily picked up my phone from beside me and read the text the popped up on my screen. It was from Lance. He texted to see if he wanted to meet up at Our Place. Then Haden's text popped up saying yes. I quickly typed in a yes before slowly sliding my phone in my inner-pant pocket. I know that sounds really awkward and weird but I don't want my phone getting stolen. It's my only connection to them. I stood up slowly and made my way to the door, slightly tightening my shoulders and almost cringing at the sound of footsteps against the piercing silence. I put on my shoes as quietly as I could, as if I made any more noise, the silence would punish me. But as soon as I locked the door behind me, I darted out the door and raced down the pathway, almost flying past the next few houses before I slowed down into a regular walk, acting as if that little panic/relief spur did not happen. I then thought of my friends. They were my only escape from this h*ll. They are the only ones I can feel at least slightly relaxed around. I don't have any family members nor do I have parents that care for me. The truth is: the only reason why they decided to pick me off the streets is because they are obsessed with the idea of being rich. I mean, they obsess over it, but they hate work and figured if they just dump it on someone else to do their work for them, their problems would be instantly solved. I know this because they never seem to not think that anytime would be a great time to remind your silent son about the only reason why he is in this house.