Will We Ever See the End? (lashton au) (ON HOLD)

Chapter 1

Hi guys :) before I say anything else, I'd just like to say that I have another lashton fan fic called "save me from the dark" that is now being written by @staystrong_iloveyou :D

Ok so I'm Hannah, and the summary of this story doesn't reveal that much I guess, so just read on and decide whether u like it or not :) oh and Luke and Ashton are both 17 in this, just saying.

Ok I'll shut up now haha.
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Ashton's POV

My unrestful slumber was cut short by the incessant blaring of the alarm clock on my bedside table.
Groaning in protest, I sleepily hit the snooze button while yawning and rubbing at my eyes, which were sore from crying myself to sleep last night.

Sitting up in my pleasantly warm bed, I squinted at the bright red numbers on the clock, which read;

5:50 AM

Damn, it's why too early for this.

Dragging myself out of bed, I picked up random articles of clothing strewn across the room and cautiously sniffed them, gagging at the smell of some of the shirts that probably should have been washed 2 weeks ago.
I finally managed to scrounge a pair of skinny jeans and a clean sweat shirt off of my bedroom floor. I wasn't the cleanest of people, I'll admit.

After quickly fixing my messy hair in the mirror, I softly trotted down the stairs, making sure I didn't wake my parents.
I don't know why I even bothered, since they don't even talk to me. Ever since I came out as gay to them, they never treated me the same way again. At first, my father beat me everyday after school, while my mother was at work. I could tell he wasn't holding back, since I went to school the next day with at least one black eye and a broken bone. My battered appearance always raised questions from the teachers, and it put unnecessary attention on me, which I did not want.

But now, they just flat out ignore me. It's like I'm a ghost, and they just see right through me. I thought that I would prefer being ignored instead of beaten, but I can't tell which one is worse anymore.

My parents are the reason why I'll never ever tell another living soul that I'm gay. I just can't deal with anymore judgement and hate. I'm already falling apart at the seams, and only part of me is still intact.

All of my pent up emotions had to be released somehow, or I'd burst open and the loose stitches holding me together would rip apart, killing me.

I turned to the one and only thing that'd help release these emotions-cutting.

In a blind flash of desperation, I remember unscrewing my pencil sharpener and taking out the blades, staring wide-eyed at them. I convinced myself that every drop of blood that oozed out of my skin, and every wave of pain I felt was what I truly deserved. And I do deserve it. I really do. I'm worthless and everyone knows it. I'm the loser in school. The nerd. The weird shy kid. And nothing was gonna change that.

Nothing...

Uh ok so I'm sorry that was kinda boring I just wanted to give u guys some background on Ashton and his feelings and what not. The next chapter will have actual action, I promise :D vote/comment, whatever u wanna do! Hope u guys like this story :) -Hannah