So Ashton's sitting in his room getting high now
Doors locked, music up, with his lights out
He just takes another toke til his room fills with smoke
5-6-7 hours till he knocks out
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Ashton was sitting on his bed puffing out balls of smoke, this life had slowly consumed him. he loved the feeling it gave him, he lived for it. he understood why harry did it he realized the relaxation from doing pot, and it was great.
Nothing was changing. not school, not his stepfather, not his brother. everything was quite the same.
Except for Ashton, he was slowly changing. seeing life in a different way. He was letting the drugs get to him, becoming so self consumed.
He had his door locked and his music up loud enough for the neighbors could hear and all the lights were off, mom was away again
He never did this around his mother, she was all he had left an he didn't want to disappoint her.
Puff after puff, ashton was loving it, hour after hour until all was too much an he passed out.
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Ashton. | {a.i au}
Short Story'In which a boy runs out of things to believe in" 'Yeah I hope that you all feel guilty, Because I'm broken now and you can't heal me, But don't hold your breath because I ain't ever coming back, Sincerely yours Ashton.' © Copyright All Rights Rese...
