Trust || c.h.

Chapter 15

My eyes fluttered open and I was welcomed by light flooding the room through the window and the sound of birds chirping outside. I moved to sit up but as soon as I did, my head was pounding and my arms burned. Last night's memories came rushing back and I groaned, tiredly standing and walking into the bathroom to wash away all the dried blood that still held onto the skin on my wrists and maybe the knots out of my hair. 

I quickly undressed, throwing my bloody dirty clothes in the laundry hamper and stepped into the hot shower that poured from the shower head. I stood under the water, letting it fall down my back as I did what I probably shouldn't have. Thought. I thought about how maybe my life would improve with Ashton gone but maybe it wouldn't. I thought about how I should probably move back to the states away from all of this. But what was there there for me? My family was gone, I had lost contact with everyone I might have known and I would be alone. At least here I had Calum, Luke and Michael..and maybe Kayla. I don't know what to consider her right now. I really need to call her and have a one-to-one talk to her. It was obvious that I was scared for that talk. Who knows how it'll turn out. We might be friends, or she might walk away and we'll hate each other. But I moved to Aussie with her I can't just leave my best friend since kindergarten. 

I sighed and washed the conditioner out of my hair since I had absentmindedly washed my hair whilst thinking and shut the water off, grabbing a towel from the towel rack and wrapping it around my body. I stepped out of the shower and stood in front of the mirror, looking at my reflection. I didn't even look like myself. I had deep purple marks under my eyes, my skin was pale and  my collar bones were starting to stick out more, my arms had red scratches covering them, some open some not and I looked skinnier just overall. I frowned at my reflection and walked into my room to get clothes.

I grabbed matching undergarments and slid them onto my body before walking into the bathroom and plugging in my hairdryer. If there's one thing I hate it is wet hair. I hated the feeling of it clinging to my clothes so I always dried it before getting fully dressed. I quickly blow dried my hair until it was completely dry and ran a brush through it before going back to my closet and looking for clothes that would cover my body. I pulled out black skinny jeans that were basically suction-cupped to my legs and a dark blue long sleeve Pierce The Veil sweater. I let my dark hair fall over my shoulders and didn't bother to style it since there was no reason anyway. Now to find something to occupy me so I don't do..that again. I glanced around my room and decided to pull my guitar out of the corner, brushing the dust that had settled on it off and walked into the living room, sitting on a chair that faced away from the door and started strumming my fingers over the strings on the guitar. I hadn't ever played for anyone or sang for anyone ever. I wasn't any good at it and my voice sounded like a whale I thought but it was still relaxing to do. 

*CALUM'S POV*

"Fuck off mate!" I ran down the stairs laughing as Michael stumbled down, nearly falling on his face. "Guys really?" Luke muttered under his breath but I brushed it off, pretending not to hear him. "You're just mad because I beat you in FIFA 8-6!" Michael yelled, laughing as Luke rolled his eyes annoyed. We made it to the next floor, Elsie's floor, and the sound of a guitar and light singing were very evident. "Guys shut up" I glared at the two other boys and walked closer to her door, pressing my ear to it. I reached for the knob and turned it, surprisingly it was open. Michael and Luke both followed after me and we all walked into her apartment. She was sitting on a chair with a guitar in her lap and her beautiful long brown  hair falling against her back. Damn, she was so nice to look at. Why would Ashton hurt her, she looked like an Angel but now thanks to him, she was broken. It was my job to help her put back together the broken pieces. 

*ELSIE'S POV*

I had my eyes closed and sang the last words of the song, 

"Can't promise that things won't be broken