Writing To My Own Death (Ashton Irwin)

A boy named ashton Irwin struggles with normal life issues and goes through depression. He can't handle the worlds problems. *May Be Triggering* please read at your risk.


9. Chapter 9

Ugh! I need to get out of here.

I'm tired of being here. It's haunting being here. I hate hospitals. Lost souls wonder these halls. So many departing there shells of bodies.

My mom is here everyday. She doesn't even see me as a son anymore. I disgust her. I'm just another sick person in her life. Does she even love me anymore? I guess I out myself in this position.

She left to go get lunch down the street so I have time alone. I look down at my arms. It's disgusting but satisfying at the same time. My broken skin is embarrassing .

My mom told me Harry is failing most of his classes now. I'm his role model he looks up to me. I'm just over here being a failure of life. I really suck.

Now I have a therapist that comes and visits me every other day. All she cares and talks about is my health and how pain doesn't solve pain just makes it worst. It's annoying. I'm tired of hearing her talk. I stare at the IV in my arm feeding me energy and vitamins I need (making me fat).

The hospital now offers volunteer hours and come make people like me happy. It's that time of the day already.

These three girls walk in, but one stands out-out of all of them. She's beautiful. One with glasses pushes a button on the side of my bed and shifts me to a sitting position. Hello sir the one with glasses says. I'm probably around the same age as you don't make me sound old I say with a smirk. The beautiful one giggles, blood rushes to my cheeks. She talks hey! I look at her. Hey I say smiling. Sup dude the one with curly hair and glasses says. She seems chill.

A girl walks in with an acoustic guitar. Dark brown hair, brown eyes, and glasses. She looks Asian?

They all sit down together. The Asian looking one is named Emily. The one with glasses is Makenna. And the curly haired one I'm not sure she's quite just like the pretty one. Emily starts to strum the cords to iris.


Makenna starts to hum to the melody. Curly haired girl starts to tap and knock on wood while beautiful starts to sing.

For once in my life. I think I'm happy?

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