Save me

Ashton is a girl bullied for her name as it is a boys name. She cuts herself everyday for the right reasons and is slowly giving up. A while ago louis left and joined a band,now he's back and Ashton has to show him around school. They have never talked before even when louis was her old class mate but will louis find out her secret and save her before she takes her own life? Or will he hurt her more than anyone else?


5. bad thoughts

Usually I'd walk around until i get home on most days, but today I didn't care. My dad would most likely beat me for not being at school, that I need an education. But I know the real reason was is that he didn't want to see me, whatever. I walked in like nothing happened and went straight to my room. " hey," my dad slurred threw a drunken voice " who's there" .i stood at the top of the stairs excepting the beating that was coming either if I hide or not. " me dad" I shouted back. His face popped out from the bottom of the staircase, oh yeah he was drunk. He held onto the beams for support for his drunken ass. " why the hell aren't you in fucking school" he was wobbling everywhere and could barley speak. Eh lie it's the best you can do " we we're let out early dad" he started to march up the stairs in anger " your lying you fucking slut, I'm not stupid" like hell you aren't. He ran right up to me and grabbed me by my hair " you don't lie to your father" he shouted, his breath reached of alcohol, it made me want to puke. He punched me repeatedly in the stomach, until a women shouted out his name " rob, rob were are you, I'm lonely" that was defiantly not my step mom. But I didn't care who she was because he released my hair." I'll be right there just one minute" he yelled back. You could hear footsteps walk away and he turned to me " you be quiet you hear?" I nodded my head slightly. " good I don't want you to disturb" he gave a crooked smile and grabbed my wrist. I winced in pain because of my cuts, but he didn't care. He pulled me down the hall and pushed me into my room. I stumbled back and hit my head on the wall. And with that he laughed as he turned and left. I ran over to my bag wasting no time grabbing my headphones, if they're doing what I think they're doing I do not want to hear them. I turned the music up full blast in my ears, just make sure, and walked to the bathroom. As slowly and carefully as I could so I didn't make a sound. I closed and locked the door then went to my drawer, were I keep my razors. I rolled up my sleeves and took a razor in my hand."1-2 where were you, 3-4 slammed the door, 5-6 bunch of pricks,7-8 your too late, 9-10 it's the end,11-12 go to hell" I whispered to myself leaving a dash and a trail of blood with every number. I put the razor into the sink and turned on the water just enough to make a stream with out the loud noise of the water against the sink. I sat there and let my arm bleed out, drips fell off my fingertips and splattered in the sink, I just watched.

I wiped off the dry blood from my arm and hand and walked back over to my bed, I put my head in my pillow and let out soft, voiceless cries. I don't know why I'm here, I don't know why my father kept me, abuses me, touchers me. Or why anyone else touchers me for that matter , All i know is that I don't want to live my horrible, sad, mistreated life any more and it's because of them. I know that it's not gonna stop, no ones gonna make it easier so why bother trying? I give up, on everything and I don't want to do it anymore. Eventually I fell into a deep sleep, that hopefully I wouldn't wake up from.

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