Shattered (Continuation of: The Chase) ▹ Ashton Irwin

Chapter Twenty Nine

AN: I have no problem saying this again, so I guess I will say it again. You don't have to read this story if you don't want to. I'm trying to write something different, and I'm trying to prove a specific point that will be really obvious at the end of it all. I'm all for opinions, but I would really appreciate it if you just deleted this story out of your library instead of telling me youre "done with this book" and that you hate where the plot is going. I get it if you don't like it, but I'm a sucker for sad stuff. If it was all happy and cheery it wouldn't be different. I just wanted to try something new apart from a lot of other fanfics out there, and I'm sorry if you don't like it anymore. I'm not going to change the plot bc I started this fanfic because I wanted to write it and it's enjoyable for me, and I'm happy that it's also enjoyable for a lot of other people. But at the same time, I've told maybe two people how this story ends, and I want to keep everything a secret so I mean you never know how the plot will change over time. If you're not a fan of it, then there's no one holding you back from deleting it out of your library :) Just trying to slowly prove a point here haha :-)
you can follow me on twitter if you'd like, my user name is @illegallyirwin and we talk about Ashton's butt together bc lets be real his butt is cute af okay bye ily -ellena
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I woke up the normal time for me on Thursday morning, about 6:00 am. I've been getting so tired from everything, that I no longer hear my alarm go off anymore. Even if I set it for 5:30 and have it go off every 10 minutes, I still don't wake up. I guess the fact that every night for the past 2 weeks I've been falling asleep at around 4:30 am doesn't help me, but I couldn't control that. Honestly, I couldn't help the fact that the 'usual' for me is an hour and half of sleep. I haven't told anyone about that...I don't think anyone could help me out. Well, Brooke could, right? But the last time she slept here I stayed up the whole night on my couch, worrying that she hated me. Of course I was wrong, but in that moment I couldn't help that either. This whole week I've been dying to just ask her to stay with me, but I don't know if she would be aloud to or if she would even want to.

"Ashton," my grandmother cooed beside me, softly shaking my shoulder. "Wake up."

"Mm..?" I opened my eyes slowly and blinked a few times. My shitty eyesight made everything blurry, and it seemed like my bedroom was even darker than it usually is this early in the morning. My heart sank in dismay. I didn't want to get up today. "Oh... okay. Thank you for waking me up."

"You're welcome," she said as I sat up. I rubbed my eyes, hoping that my sight would get better and more clear, but it didn't. Sleepiness clung to my eyes, and all I wanted to do was get back in bed and some how fall unconscience again. I don't think I would be able to do that, but it would be better than getting up and going to school.

"Good morning." I mumbled, dragging myself out of bed. I pushed the hair out of my forehead, and looked back and fourth from the bathroom to the closet full of clothes I had actually hung up yesterday, wondering if I should take a shower or not.

"Have a good sleep?" My grandmother asked as she sat down on the edge of my messy sheets. I couldn't stop the muscles in my eyelids as my eyes widened, casting an awkward feeling over the room. I looked from my grandmother to the floor, lightly shrugging.

"Yes," I forced myself to speak. "I did."

"Are you sure?" She asked, leaning forward a bit.

"Mhm," I nodded, plastering the most realistic smile I could. "I was alright."

"Okay," she nodded. I decided then I should probably take a shower. My muscles ached and I felt gross. I sweat a lot during the night...not that I do it intentionally. Maybe it would help me freshen up and actually hold my eyes open.