Hello my beautiful readers! I am so sorry. I am grounded again. I don't know how. My mom isn't home so I'm going to give a quick update so sorry to mistakes that are not picked up by autocorrect!!! Warning: might be triggering. I didn't say much.
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Ashton's POV
I ran home as fast as I could. That boy. That beautiful,tall,blonde hair and blue eyed boy. He was most likely trying to fuck with my feelings like everyone else does. I am so used to it by now though. My mum still doesn't know I cut. Neither do my siblings. It just makes it easier on me. Since my dad left us a long while back, I am Harry's father figure. We still talk to my dad but its really rare because of timezones. Harry looks up to me and I don't know why. I don't want him to be a fuck up like I am.
I walked into the house and Lauren glared at Harry as if telling him to keep his mouth shut.
"What do you do this time?" I asked.
"LAURENS GOT A BOYFRIEND!!" Harry yelled and ran so she wouldn't murder him.
"No I don't. There is just this one person in my class that I like and I'm sure he likes me back. He's really cute. " She replied back. That's just wonderful. My own little sister might have a boyfriend before me. I just sighed then hugged mum and Harry. Then I headed upstairs to my bathroom. I need to cut. My wrists have been itching all day for relief. I went through my drawer and found my blade then locked the door. I roled up my sleeved and stared at all the marks. Why am I so horrible? Held the blade to my wrist counting off reasons to cut.
One for being stupid.
One for being ugly.
One for being gay.
One for being fat.
One for no being good enough.
One for being weird.
One for being vulnerable.
One for your worthless.
One for thinking it I'd going to be okay.
An about 10 more just for the heck of it. I just watched the blood flow out of my wrists. I heard the sound of my mum's footsteps and quickly rinsed of my arms before rapping them then pulled down my sleeves. I quickly hid the blades and cleaned up the mess before hearing a knock on the door.
"Ashton honey? Are you hungry?" She asked.
"No! I'm not. I ate something earlier at school and I'm still full." I lied to her and myself. Sure I'm hungry but I don't need to get any more fatter than I already am. She just thinks I don't get hungry easily. I don't gt hungry easily but that's because I've been lying to her for so long. I have become a good liar. Everytme I see someone fake smile. I am the only one who knows its fake. I've been doing it for so long its become a 2nd nature to me and I hate it.
Tomorrow is thankfully Friday. I hate school so damn much. Well I think you know why. I still don't try either. That's why my grades are so horrible. I dong care anymore. I don't care about anything anymore. Not even life.
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Scar Tissue (Lashton AU)
Fanfiction"We stopped checking for monsters under our beds once we realized the monsters were inside of us." Ashton Irwin. A 16 year old Aussie entering his Junior year. Everyone either ignores him or bullies him to an extent. Other then the bullying, n...
