With Death Etched In My Heart

Chapter 4: Black Willows

Yep I do short chapters, and long. I just do all my writing at school so bear with me ;-; I know no one reads these anyways but if there is someone out there please star or vote or whatever XD I need feedback to know what people want, and what they like. I honestly have been considering making Asher gay but.... .-. I don't know >.< I think that might be to cliche. :-: Please, what should I do!?

The bus ride home was just the same. Idiots blowing up condoms, cursing everywhere, and sticking sandwiches in the back of people's heads. I rolled my eyes at the immaturity that was shown here.

I sighed in releif as the bus stopped at the front of my house.

I hoisted my back pack onto my shoulder, and made my way down the aisle of the bus.

I said good bye to the bus driver.

I walked down the sidewalk to my home, and saw there weren't any cars in the driveway.

I suddenly remember mom wasn't going to be home that day, and dad had to work late, so I got to stay home alone.

I smiled at the thought, and started planning what I should do.

Opening the door, my home smelled decent for once. The terrible stench of alcohol subsided, and the smell of vanilla wavered through the air.

I suddenly felt at ease, which was a rare thing for me. I was happy to be alone from my parents. I knew they were too, and I needed to have a day without them.

I walked through my home, and came into the kitchen. I rumaged through the dabinets pulling out bags of barbeque chips, cookies, and canned pineapple, my favorite. I opened the fridge and pulled out four Monster Energy drinks, and a two liter of Mountain Dew.

I was prepared for a night of music, internet, and Netflix!

I set down my back pack after heading up to my room.

Carrying all the junk food, I plopped on my bed, turned on my speaker and set my Ipod to Breaking Benjamin.

 With music blaring through the house, I got out my phone, prepared to text Emmy.

Hey:) I typed out, and hit send.

I set my phone down, and "Forget It" came on.

I closed my eyes, and popped a Dorito in my mouth, abosrbing the cheesy taste in my mouth.

Taking a swig of Monster, my ringtone sounded, and I jumped a bit.

I turned on my phone, and saw a string of notifications from my Facebook page coming in.

The phone blew up, the ringotne repeating over and over. 15....20...25...50...75..!

Seventy-five notifications. I clicked on my Facebook, checking what all the buzz was about.

I my fell open, as I took in the sight.

The flyer that had been photoshopped of me, was viral.

People were posting on my page:

haha, stupid faggot!

What's your problem?

Lucky for us he hides behind all that hair!

I bet those scars are pretty, fairy.

People I didn't even know were commenting, on their friend's pages, who had reblogged the picture.

I threw my phone across my room, and it smacked into the wall with a crack.

I burried my head in my hands, feeling tortured.