Why Me? (A Phan Fiction)//COMPLETED

Chapter 16

I sat down on my couch in my room as Jacob sat on my bed.

"I really think you should take the bed, Ashley..." he said.

"No, it's fine."

He cocked his head and sighed.

"Are you okay?" He asked me.

I nodded.

"I'm fine."

I hated those words. I have to say them one hundred times a day seven days a week. I've gotten used to them, but I hate saying them.

"Okay..." he said scratching his wrist.

"Why are you scratching your wrist?" I ask.

"Oh...ah...it's a habit..." he said and stopped scratching at his wrist.

"Why is it a habit?" I asked sitting next to him on his bed.

"It's a...really...touchy subject, Ashley..." he mumbled.

"So you used to cut?" I ask.

He sighed, nodding his head.

"Why?"

He sighed again.

"Because everyone made fun of me," he said.

"I was short, I had a big forehead, I rarely had any eyebrows, I was-and still am- ugly, and everyone hated me. Including myself. I have no meaning in this world, Ashley. People call me a fuckboy, they bully me, and call me weak when I cry."

By now, he was in tears and I was on the verge of crying, myself.

"So I decided to start cutting," he said after taking a shaky breath.

"It made me feel...relieved? I can't explain it....but it became a habit. So, whenever I didn't have my blade, all I would do was scratch my wrists."

I nodded.

"Can I see your wrists?" I asked.

He nodded and pulled up his sleeves revealing old scars and some new ones.

I gasped slightly.

"What about you?" He asked me.

"What's your life story?"

I took a deep breath.

"So...ever since about...four or five months ago? I've been bullied. You see, we live in an LGBT society and...at my school everyone is gay and lesbian and stuff like that...so my friends and I were role playing for a quiz...and there was a question that said...'if you were dating someone the same gender as you, but you liked someone the opposite gender of you, what would you do? A) stay single, B) break up with that person to get together with him/her, or C) stay exactly how you are but the feeling gets stronger?'. I picked b..."

He nodded.

"Everyone called me...hetero...breeder... faggot... et cetera..."

"And so, a few nights after that, I found out my mom cheated on my other mom...then the one that cheated killed her...and was arrested...so I was taken to a foster home...and I met this amazing girl. We were best friends. Until...she...k-killed herself..."

I blinked back the tears as Jacob put his hand on my shoulder.

"Then three weeks later...Dan and Phil adopted me....but I was still bullied... but way before I was put in the foster home...two days after I was being bullied...I cut myself. And starve myself...a-and..b-burn-burned myself..."

I choked on the tears and a sob came out from my mouth.

Jacob put his hands on my waist and kissed me. It was brief, but I still felt a spark. When we let go, I smiled and hugged him.

"I'm so sorry..." he whispered in my ear.

"It's okay..." I said.

That's when I let sleep take over me.

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END OF DA CHAPTA!

So, who saw that coming? I know I did. Because I wrote it. Duuurrrr

ANYWAY

I will fly with you later, my unicorns 🦄