Dear Michael, Blue, green, rainbow, galaxy, blonde... your hair changed again. But why do you change it to distract yourself from the pain. The pain of being nice to me. The pain helping me The pain of having to listen to me. Or maybe the pain of me. But from what I understand it is all of the above. What is that I did wrong. Tell me. Was it just me being alive. Well continue to dye your hair you won't have to do it much longer. Maybe you dye your hair for entertainment and attention. I don't know but I know you hate me you said so yourself on Wednesday.
Michael- Hey Calum, can I talk to you. Calum- Sure I mean there isn't really anyone else here. Michael- first will you come with me to get my hair dyed again. And second can we talk about Ashton. Calum- sure, I don't see why not. Now what is it about Ashton that you wanted to talk about. Michael- why does he have to be here. He makes everything bad. I hate him. By now you were have a full on tantrum. Throwing thing, screaming and crying. Then Calum kissed you. And you calmed down a little. Calum- better? *You nodded* how about we wait for Luke to come back with the shopping and we can tell Ashton we're going to play a game of hide and seek through out the hotel. *once again you nodded.* Of course I hid. I hid in the bathroom on the ground floor. I hid in one of the locked stalls. I hid the truth. I hid the new scars..... I'm sorry I ruined your life but you won't have to worry much longer.
Forever yours Ashton
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