All These Years (Muke/Cashton)

Ch. 2 - Give Me Therapy, I'm A Walking Travesty

*Ashton's P.O.V*

"I HATE YOU ASHTON IRWIN!" Calum shouts at the top of his lungs, his words piercing through me like knives. He throws the empty bottle of sleeping pills at me.

Before I could reply, his body falls to the ground with a thud, a small pool of blood forming around his head from landing on all the broken glass from my phone.

"CALUM" I scream, rushing towards him.

All I can hear, as I scoop his lifeless body up into my arms, is the sound of Michael and Luke outside banging on the door shouting at us to open the door.

"Calum" I cry, holding him tight.

I let go of him and stumble over to the door. It won't open.

"HELP ME! HELP CALUM! HELP US!" I shout, banging on the door in panic. Michael and Luke's yelling remain the same as before, as if they can't hear me.

I burst into uncontrollable tears. "Calum, why? Why did you want to leave me?!" I sob into my hands.

Through my tears, I notice something sitting I the bed that I hadn't noticed before, as if it appeared out of thin air.

A pocket knife.

I crawl over to the bed and pick the pocket knife up, it looks so sharp.

"I love you so much, Calum, wasn't that enough for you?" I sob, holding the blade against my wrist.

No response.

"Fuck you, too" I mumble and drag the blade down my arm. A very deep cut is formed and blood spills out of it and drips onto the floor.

"I LOVED YOU!" I shout, ignoring the pain in my arm. I switch hands and drag the blade down the other arm. Another deep cut is formed, blood rushes out of my body.

I drop the pocket knife and drag myself along the floor to get to Calum. Blood covers the floor. My blood.

I pull Calum into my arms, lying down because I feel too lightheaded to sit up. My arms drench the both of us in dark red blood.

Blood is a strange colour. But it's so beautiful.

I scream as loud as my lungs will allow. My head pounding.

I could hear my heartbeat racing in my ears moments ago... But it just dropped rapidly. It's getting slower and slower by the second.

Slower.

Slower..

Slower...

"Calum" I gasp quietly.

I scream in fear at the top of my lungs, sitting upright quickly.

My heart is racing, my whole body is trembling and I'm drenched in sweat.

"Hey, it's okay" someone says reassuringly, but quite panicked, as they appear at my side, kneeled down beside the couch I was laying on. It was Michael.

I gasp for breath, looking at him with wide, panic-filled eyes.

"It's okay, it's alright, it was just a bad dream" he says soothingly, rubbing my back to try an comfort me.