He Saved Me

Hi I'm Ashley. And this is my story on how i met Tom Hiddleston. At the time I was suffering major depression and i didn't know what to do exactly. So i sorta gave up after a while. He saved me though. Let's take a look at this story. Alright?

**Warning: viol language and depressing lines at times**

There i was. Thinking everything was over in my small house with my hateful mom, my drunken dad, and my idiotic brother. I had just finished getting yelled at for a bad grade on my history test. Like always I got in trouble and almost beaten. I sat on my bed crying. Soon that crying turned into sobbing. That sobbing soon turned into weeping.

My mother then came to my door and pounded with all her might, "Stop crying you idiot!! I'm trying to fucking work!" She booms through my door, over my weeping.

"I'm only human..." I mutter shaking violently. My whole body was trembling from the sobbing and weeping. I've always had so much stress from her. Now more then ever.

"That's fucking it!! I'm done!! You have to start paying for your room and your fat ass in this house!!! Got it!?" She screams through my door.

How wonderful! Today is Monday and I'm only 21 and I'm in college classes. I'm supposed to stay as long as I can pay for myself...And now I can't... "H-how much?" I whimper out.

She pounds the door once more "You have to cough up 600 dollars a fucking month. You don't deserve to stay here!" She screams.

I whimper again. I'm a college student who gets very little money a month. How am I...how?! I can't even think right now. I'm already stressed about school. I think all my teachers have it out for me. I do the work. I check my own work. They correct my work. Most Is wrong. I check it once more. All correct. I have the librarian check It. All correct. See what I mean?

"F-fine!" I yell and shove my head phones on wanting to block everything and every one out . It worked quite well. I grab my laptop and start scrolling down my Facebook. It's all: Tom Hiddleston did this. Someone friended this person. What's this? When was this taken? Are you going to tag anyone is this photo?...SHUT UP. I sigh and close it.

I get up and walk to my mirror that allows me to see my whole body. My blonde short hair. My plain blue eyes. My flat cheek bones. My painted nails that are fading. My whole body is simply ugly in my eyes. And I don't do anything about it. Just stand here. Not caring. Not wanting to care. At all.

I drag my feet and force myself into bed for some slumber. I don't bother changing or taking off my shoes even. Just getting into bed and sitting there until I can finally force myself to sleep.

In the morning I finally change. Nothing fancy of course. A simple green tank top, skinny jeans and convers. I didn't want to wear anything that would make me stand out. Ever.

I slip my backpack over my shoulder and stumble down my stairs, ignoring everyone in the household with my earbuds. They blast loudly.

I get my hand on the door knob and - just by an inch- miss a glass mug being thrown at my head by my drunken father. It didn't surprise me.

I make my way out of the door and slide myself onto my motorcycle. I drive to the local Starbucks to get some tea.

I walk In and order am earl gray tea with a splash of milk. My favorite. I get to the Pay line and swipe my card.

The lady at the cash register who's name tag said Brianna looked up at me "Mam it says your card has been declined" she sounds soft, like she is trying not to hurt me.

My heart stops beating "Uhm...I had six hundred dollars on there" then it hit me. My mother really did take the money. I thought she was kidding....apparently not...

||thank you soo much for reading!!! I love you all!and btw, this isn't a real story nor did this happen to me. Just thought I'd clear that up. Ashley's face claim is Amber Heard. Thank you and please comment and vote!! Xoxo ~ Ashley||