“Mum.” I whispered finishing off the horrible sticky note. “Let’s go to her room.” I mumbled clearly to sad to talk. It felt like the old me all over again. Suicidal, lonely, lost in my mind. It sucks. We reached Mum’s bedroom door. The door had been decorated with old drawings we all drew when we were three or four. I sighed and put my hand on the doorknob. “Just do it drama queen.” Harry mumbled. I sighed and opened the door.
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Left (Book 5 in the depression series)
FanfictionAshtons in the middle of his well earned lunch time when Lauren walks in and tells him that there Mum is gone she left. Ashton is in such a rush he pushes a teacher and nothings going his way. He hates to think about what his Mum might be doing.&nbs...
