Bullied by Ashton Irwin

Chapter 7

The next few weeks were . . . ok. Sarah still tried her hardest to make me feel terrible, but because she knew that the lie about Ash didn't work, she didn't have anything else really. I was still scared to turn corners.

*flashback*

I was walking home. It was a gorgeous day outside. As I was walking I heard these footsteps behind me. I wasn't thinking too much of it, because where I live, basically everyone walks. I just kept walking, and then I heard someone call out to me. "Hey Megan! Where the hell do you think you're going?"

I turned around and the second I did, I fell to the ground. My face throbbed in the spot I was hit. I could barley hold in my tears. Then I heard running. I looked up and saw more people run up to me. I figured maybe they would help me, but instead, I felt many sets of feet, dig into my ribs and other spots all over my body. My whole body ached in pain. It was unbearable. Then I saw nothing but black. I woke up later in the hospital.

*back*

NO MEGAN STOP THINKING ABOUT IT. IT'S DONE AND OVER WITH. WE WILL NEVER SAY ANYTHING AND I NEED TO FORGET IT EVER HAPPENED! I screamed inside my head, mentally slapping myself.

Later that night, I was in my bed, on my computer. Then I was sent this weird video. I opened it, scared of what I might see. I noticed it was Ashton, Calum, Luke, and Michael. They all had their instruments. Ash on drums (wearing a REALLY cute bandanna), Luke and Michael on guitar, and Calum on bass.

They all started singing. It was a really cute song, but I also noticed something else. It was mine and Michael's song. We wrote this song, Amnesia, a couple weeks ago and that's the song they're singing now. They did that song perfectly. . . .

After I got done watching the video, I got a text message. I didn't know who it was from, but judging by what it said, I had an idea. The message read:

To Megan: Megan, I don't even know why you're still alive. I'm sure you have a rope, and a ceiling in your house, right? Or are you just that poor? Either way, you shouldn't be alive right now. And even if I have to slit your throat myself, I will. Just drop dead because you're nothing to anyone.

Tears pricked my eyes. After reading it, I searched through all my drawers and finally found and old blade. Michael made me throw them all away but I had this one just in case. I ran to my bathroom, locked the door, crouched on the floor and cut into my skin several times. I watched the red liquid flow from my arms, but I didn't cry. Though it was painful, I held my tears in.

Then I heard a knock on my door. I didn't feel like going to open it, but no one else was home. I quickly cleaned my arm, grabbed a sweatshirt, and ran downstairs. I opened the door to see a smiling Michael. He came in and looked at my sweatshirt, as it was like 90 degrees out.

I tried to act like nothing had happened. "Want some spaghetti? Mom made it last night," I said. He came in and grabbed some food. He took my hand and started spinning me around. "Uhh, why are you so happy?"

He looked at me like I should know. "Because today marks our 9 year friendship anniversary!" "Oh wow. You seriously kept track? I see you don't have a life."

"Yeah whatever. Anyways what's up?"

I looked down at my wrist for a split second then looked at the cabinet in front of me. Apperently Michael saw that, because he quickly grabbed my arm. He ripped up the sleeve, a small tear hitting my arm made my eyes prick themselves.

"Megan. Why . . . do you do this to me? You know how upset I get and I thought all your blades were gone!What the hell happened?"

"Listen, I know you get upset and I'm sorry, but it was this text that I got. I don't even know who it was from, but. . . ."

"REALLY?! A FUCKING TEXT MESSAGE? YOU COULDVE JUST DELTED IT! NOT HURT YOURSELF OVER IT! WHY CANT YOU HANDLE THINGS LIKE A NORMAL PERSON MEGAN?"

"Because I'm not a normal person Michael! Why the fuck would I want to be normal in this world? It's full of too many "normal" people. And fucking bullies. I handle things differently and I thought you understood that. If you don't want me to fucking cut myself then be here every once and a while."

"I try Megan, I try, but every time I leave the house, it ends in a fight with my family and they don't talk to me or care anymore! I basically get yelled at and have no family anymore because of you! I traded a loving family for one fucking living friend! If you die I lose everything!" he screamed, tears falling down his cheeks.

Then he just left. Left me with so many questions unanswered and so many things left to say. I feel guilty right now. I shouldn't have said those things to him, no, scratch that. I shouldn't have cut.