Save me? // 5sos

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Luke-

The shining sun and cold air nips at my bare torso as I walk outside. My eyes automatically adjust and I see Bri sitting on the hammock. I go up behind her but she hears my footsteps. She turns around and her eyes meet mine.

"Morning Lukey," Bri greets me.

"G'morning," I reply. She stretches and moves over in the hammock, making space for me to lie down next to her. The hammock swings as it adjusts to my weight. Bri tilts her head back and closes her eyes. I copy her actions and a comfortable silence fills the area.

Bri yawns suddenly, causing me to flinch and my eyes shoot open. She laughs at me during her yawn and I stick my tongue out at her.

"Oh! I just remembered!" Brianna says suddenly. Making me sit up in the hammock in interest. Brianna lets one foot off the hammock to push us. We subtly swing as she sits back in an Indian style.

"You need to write a song to change Grace's mind about dating you!!" She says, clapping her hands in excitement. My eyes widen.

"Me? Song? Grace? Date?!" I stutter out. She laughs at me and nods her head enthusiastically. I run a hand through my hair, probably making it look a mess.

"Yeah! Grace said to me that she would think about dating you, but she doesn't date minors. So you either have to wait until next year, or somehow change her mind." Brianna explains to me. I nod my head with every sentence that passes through her lips.

"Okay then," I reply. She smiles at me and lies back so that her head is at the other end of the hammock and her feet are next to me shoulders. I lie back as well making my feet next to her head. I place my hand on the ground and I give a gentle push. The hammock sways and so does my mind.

How do I write a perfect song for the perfect girl??

-Ashton-

I sit alone at the top of my tree house. My mind buzzing with thoughts of her. A brief shot of wind passes me, making goosebumps rise on my bare torso. I raise my knees and wrap my arms around them. The hair on my arm sticks up straight. I bury my head into my knees as wind continues to whoosh past me.

I look up after a few seconds. The bright sun shines down on me, making me squint. I close my eyes and till my head back. The warm sun makes all my goosebumps disappear.

The one thing I've noticed since I've started hanging around with Jade and Jaydn, is that how similar they are. They both think the same way, they both laugh the same way, they both smile with equal amounts of brightness.

But Jade is more secluded and she keeps to herself more.

Michael has told me that Jade suffers from depression and insomnia, and I can't help but feel bad for her. She's great and all, but she doesn't deserve that kind of lifestyle. The poor girls doesn't even have parents. Well, good parents.

The other thing I've noticed, is how much long sleeve shirts and jumpers she owns. I can't help it, but there has always been a tiny voice in my head that tells me that she might self-harm. And it kills me to know that Jade might sit in her room every night, crying her eyes out as she slashes her wrists and thighs. I've been there, and I hated it. I think of how much she would kill just to get at least 4 hours of sleep every night. She slaps a smile on her face every morning, and we don't know what she would've gone through the night before.

My eyes drift down to my own wrists. Fading scars is all I can see. I trace my fingers over them. My mind travels back to Jade. For all I know, she could have the exact same marks as me. In the same place. And maybe even deeper. A small tear slips from my eyes as I think of her, crying her eyes out as harsh voices fill her head. Negative thoughts swirling around her mind as she tries to snap a shaver open. Another tear falls, me knowing how much pain she goes through makes it even worse.