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*Ashton's POV*
Shit.
Luke eavesdropped on my conversation with Michael and Calum. He heard everything. He heard about my confession the thing I wanted to keep a secret from him.
Why?
Why did he have to find out?
A million thoughts ran through my head when I realized something. That's why he's been so awkward around me. It all makes sense as to why he's been so awkward.
All of the sudden I had an itch. An itch to cut.
'No' I thought to myself.
Yes. Do it. You deserve it. You're a fag. You're ugly. You're fat. You're worthless it's no wonder nobody loves you. Especially Luke. That's why he has such a beautiful girlfriend. You're to ugly for someone like him to love.
My self-conscious is right. I am all those things. I didn't bother to listen to the rest of the conversation. I slammed my door and went straight to the poster with my paintbrush.
The only thing on my mind is the brush against its canvas painting with crimson red.
I grabbed the blade and went to my bathroom shutting and locking the door sliding down the wall. I put the blade against my skin and added a little pressure gliding it on my wrist.
It felt like I was on Cloud 9 when a sense of relief washed over. I kept repeating this process until I started to feel light headed.
I looked down at my wrist and smiled. Now it's not the smile that the fans find 'adorable'. It's a sick eating grin that you would probably see a murderer have after they get the rush of a kill.
I stood up from my position on the floor and washed my cuts. I started soaking the blade in hot water so I can wipe the blood off of it.
After I was everything I look in the mirror.
So fat.
So ugly.
So worthless.
So untalented.
I shook myself out of thoughts and looked back in the mirror and realized something.
The monster that's been living in me for a while now also has dull hazel eyes and curly hair.
That monster is me.
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AN:
There we go with Chapter 11!
The feedback I have been getting from you guys is amazing!!
I'm not in a good mood though.
You probably don't want to hear or in this case read my rant but I need to vent something out.
So I decided to watch the King For A Day music video because that music video and song are the shit. Anyways I decided to look through the comments and one comment pissed me off so hard.
'Why do people say that this band saved them. I mean you live in a first class/world country your life is perfect'
That comment pissed me off so much because even though I live in a country where everything is perfect it's not.
I have the scars to prove it.
These bands write songs that have meaning to them and it's another one of my escapes when I try to fight my urge to harm myself. Like they don't know what people go through.
It's like get a fucking education before you fucking post a comment that makes you look like a dumb little shit.
That's all for my little rant!
Now I have to do homework and I'll try and update as soon as possible!
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Some Secrets Are Meant To Be Kept[Lashton]
Fanfiction*Triggering* Ashton Irwin. The drummer for the band 5 Seconds of Summer. He is a closeted gay and plans to keep it that way. He has a crush on his best friend and fellow band mate Luke Hemmings. But Luke Hemmings is straight and has a beautiful girl...