WARING!! TRIGGERING! PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE TRIGGERED EASILY!
you look so wonderful in black, my darling.
Two days ago, Luke Hemmings, at the age of eighteen, was killed in a car crash. The driver was drunk and he just wasn't looking where he was going. Plus, Mr. Hemmings was found with tears on his cheeks. Officers checked his phone and saw messages from his boyfriend, Ashton Irwin. The two had gotten in a fight and had broken up. It appears that Mr. Hemmings had decided to go for a drive in his emotional, reckless state.
Friends and family are mourning, but nobody seems to be taking it as hard as Ashton. He hasn't left his room and hasn't said a word to anyone since the crash. He hasn't since yesterday, maybe because his tears are gone. He's all cried out and now he's just left with this strange numbness that makes his body feel good. Better than the heart splitting pain he had been feeling for two days.
Ashton pulled himself off of his bed and walked into the bathroom. He looked in the mirror and just stared at his reflection. His eyes wore a purple color underneath them and they were puffy and red from crying. His cheeks were blotchy and red because he was constantly rubbing them. They also wore scratch marks because Ashton needed to take his pain out on something. He looked ruined . He looked broken.
And, so, do you know what the broken boy did?
He searched through the cabinets and drawers, until he found what he was looking for. He pulled out a blade, the metal glimmering and shining in the bathroom light. Ashton just stared at it for a minute. Would this really take his pain away, like it used to?
Of course it would because he knew how it felt to just feel pain somewhere else. So, he cut, the blade digging into his skin as deep as it could go. And it felt good . The pain was so relieving and comforting. He felt so much better. So, he cut again and again, until his arms were lined with twenty cuts. Ten on each arm.
Ashton made no move to stop the bleeding. He could just bleed out for all he cared because now he felt bad again. The high only lasted for a couple of minutes. But, if Ashton was dead, this pain might go away. Right? It would go away, right?
He just wanted to stop feeling so sad . And, not, Ashton had decided that he was done feeling like shit. That he was done breathing . He was just done. And, so, he did something stupid. Ashton stood up, but immediately gripped the counter because he was dizzy from the amount of blood he had just lost. He shook his head and bit and cleared his mind for long enough, so he could grab the pill bottle. He reached for it and managed to get it before he fell down again.
Ashton studied it and then yanked the cap off. Pills flew everywhere and Ashton scrambled to pick them up before his chance was ruined by Calum or Michael. He had, about, two handfuls of pills and shoved one at a time in his mouth. By the end of it, Ashton had swallowed twenty-five pills. He knew he was going to die, but he didn't care. He just wanted Luke.
