This cover doesn't look of one that's rated R ��. ����

This is Rated Red because a few of my preferences are a bit violent. None the less they're clean besides like 5.

A Book. A preference book. A 5SOS preference book, duh. �� The title says it all.


19. Black Souls

This is ( or maybe) Triggering

It is complete fiction (obviously) and I 100% don't encourage people killing Others for fun. This is going to be weird. Like me.


Black Souls.


Ashton was always in a straight jacket. It wasn't his fault he wasn't "right". He had seen bad things when he was young, that's all anyone knew about him. He was more on the quiet side, considering the fact he was never around anyone. When he was actually allowed to come out he'd sit by himself.

His brownish blondish hair was long and messy, his eyes were like empty hollows and he was basically dead. Sure, he was breathing on the outside , but on the inside he was suffocating.

You. YOu.YOU. yOu? You, were a different story. You were not for-say " wrong."

You had seen twisted things, very twisted things, but you were fine. 10000% fine.

Everyone had said you were crazy just because your friend, Angelia Parker, was Brutally murdered.


She had been stabbed 76 times, shot in both legs, all her fingers cut off, her toes were hit with a hammer multiple times, smashing them almost making them like play dough, and her head was almost decapitated.


You had been blamed for it all just because you were down there having a tea party with her dead body.

Angelia was popular and at school she didn't treat you like a friend, but at home she was all buddy buddy with you.

You and she had been friends since you were 6 and you would play family.

She'd be the mommy and you would be the daddy, because you were the less pretty one, so she said.

People had always said you were pretty.

Some claimed you to be even more than Angelia.

She would say

"Mommy and daddy's have little babies"

You were generally confused and would ask her

"how?" and that's when she would kiss you, saying it would bring babies.

You were still confused to how that happens but all you know now is that you were being placed in the mental constitution because you had "problems".

You had no problems. Although, your stepfather had an interest in witchcraft and taught you things, things you couldn't forget.

When you got to the dump of a place, you were placed in room 6F.

The room was square. It was plain. It was boring.

The room wasn't all that bad it was, almost comforting. In a weird way.

The walls were white, the floor was white, the bed sheets were white. Everything was white. Why? I don't know.

You just stood in the middle of the room, staring, just so confused to how it got to this. It was surreal.

"(Y/N) (Y/L/N)?" Another women in white asked. It was a real shame they all wore the same thing because it made it impossible to recognize.

"Yes, that's me." You stated flatly while messing with the hem of your oversized jumper.

"We have a system called "Buddy Time" and the staff and I think it's good for you to try it today. " She smiled.

You just stared out the window with your back to her. You Weren't crazy. They weren't going to make you believe you were crazy, you wouldn't let them.

You turned to face the nurse and whispered a small "no thank you".

It was quiet for a few moments before she came up to you and grabbed your arm and dragged you out of them room.

"You don't make the rules, if I ask you say yes. You hear me?" she spoke stern. "

"Yes." You cried. This abuse wasn't necessary. You weren't even disciplined at home like this.

She dragged you into a room where she met another woman in white. They whispered to eachother for a while before they turned to you.

"Since you wasted time causing you to late." She said with an ugly attitude. "You get Ashton, he's the one over there at the corner table. He'll explain everything to you." She said turning back to her clipboard.

You walked over to the table you had been assigned to. All the other patients stared at you, like you were an alien.

You took a seat next to the boy.

"Hello." You politely spoke.

He didn't seem to notice. It went in one ear and out the other.

"Hello?" You questioned.

What if he was dead? Would you get blamed? For another death. NO thank you.

"Oh my gosh, you're not alive" That was the stupidest thing you've ever said.

"Why were you late" the blondish brunetteish boy asked.

He spoke. It was an Asylum Miracle. Praise The Lord. Sacrifice the lamb. Eat the cake. YADA YADA. (A/N: Cake sounds good.)

You didn't know how to answer. I was dragged down here and ended up being a minute late? That's not any of this psychos business.

"I didn't know where to go." You lied through your teeth. Old habits.

"Liar, they hit you because you said no." What? How did he know that?

"Don't try to hide it." He continued," I can see up to your window from here."

You looked in the same direction as your room. You couldn't tell which

Was which. It probably made a difference when someone was actually in the room.

You stayed quiet, he didn't need to hear your side or anything.

"The nurses don't like the word no, it gets then heated." He said almost to himself.

"Why are you hear?" The conversation started you needed. Almost wanted.

"That, I can't tell you" Your attempt at being a bit mysterious. Ashton could probably knew already.

"And whys that?" Ashton smirked.

You looked up to Ashton's level to find, he was actually really attractive. You were kinda into It. His smirk was hot. His hair was hot. He was hot. It was surprising for a boy in an asylum to be good looking.

you were about to say something when Ashton interrupted you.

"Actually, we should finish up here, this is almost over."

"that was short." You said playing with your hem again.

"Yeah, these only last like 10 minutes I think. I'm not allows to come to many of them." He revealed.

Your head shot up.

"Why not?"

He sighed. "That's a conversation for another time."

"Everyone please push in your chairs and head to your rooms. It's time for bed." She said.

"What it's only 6:30." You said in Ashton's direction.

"Actually it's 8:00. The sky's just weird . It gets dark at like 10ish." He replied.

"See you around" he added.


You were back in your bed room changed in your pjs all ready for bed.

You layed on your bed just thinking about everything. Your Mom and dad. Your life. Cake. Ashton. Red velvet Cake. Ashton's smile. Strawberry Cake. Ashton's eyes. Chocolate cake. Ashton's hands were huge, I wonder how he buttons shirts. CAKE.

And you basically did that until everyone in the entire asylum was asleep. Or so you thought.


You didn't know it but it was around 2:30 in the morning.

You were still wake. I just didn't feel right sleeping in an asylum. Why would anyone sleep in an asylum?

You laid there just thinking that, until there was a knock on the door.

You slowly got up to answer it debating. If it was a nurse, they might punish me for being up. If it isn't a nurse, why wouldn't it be a nurse?

You heard another knock . You weren't going to lie, you were scared.

Somehow you managed to get off your bed. You slowly walked to the door. Left foot , right foot.

You put your hand on the knob slowly turning it.

You pulled the door open and there stood the person you least expected.

There in the door way stood Ashton, with a twisted smile on his face.


Cliffhanger? Should I do a part 2?

Here's another question, Should I do the other boys too?

I'll leave you to think about that.

SO, you don't know why it's called Black souls, well if you people want me to do a part 2 all will be explained and it will all make sense. The you will say "THAT IS SO SMART!"

(Or you won't, idk)

Well that's all. Yup.



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