Voices (Lashton)

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  • Published: 28 Oct 2014
  • Updated: 2 Feb 2017
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My eyes widen. "M'not gay Lucas." I mumble.

"Right. Says the one who was making out with a guy on his bedroom floor." I hear him smirk.

"Screw you." I say and he chuckles.

Where Ashton tries to ignore the voice in his head and fails miserably at it.


27. Kiwi Lad.

We pull up to the school and I step off the bus, almost falling on my face like last time. I look back to see if Luke's coming but he's gone already.

Right he's actually not suppose to be here.

I let out a ragged sigh.

I go into the school, feeling small under everyone's gazes as they quietly whisper and snicker at me.

It feels worse worse then before.....

All of a sudden the floors really close to my face, and I there's a pain all over my body.

I look all around me and people are laughing and pointing. My books are scattered all over the ground and I feel tears prick my eyes, but I force them away.

I look up at the guy who tripped me.

"Gay fucking faggot. You should kill yourself so you don't spread your fucking disease to anyone else." He sneers and kicks me in the stomach as everyone else laughs.

He then spits on me and walks away but people still laugh.

I slowly get up and start picking up all my papers and books, but someone kicks one of my books down the hall and I sigh as they laugh walking off.

I finally gather most of my papers and shit and I stand up, leaning against the lockers for support.

"Think this is yours." Rory skips over to me holding my binder that some jackass kicked.

I silently take it from her looking at the ground. "Hey," I hear the frown in her voice. "you okay? Not sure what really happened but I kinda figured it wasn't good."

I slowly shake my head. Fucking hell, Tony probably blabbed or Michael.

Fucking- I'm him gonna kill Michael. In my head of cores.

I go to my locker and freeze when I see black spray paint on my locker.


I hear Rory gasp from beside me. I turn to look at her and she looks at me confused.

I look at the ground and turn back to unlock my locker, but it's such a shitty day that it doesn't even open at all.

I've complained so many times about this locker. But like everyone else they don't give a rats ass about it.

I punch my locker in anger making a huge fucking dent in it.

I'll just blame it on Michael. Say he did it.

"Holy shit your stronger then I thought." Rory says and I look at her then at my hand that doesn't even hurt at all.

I shake my head as the bell rings. Rory and me go to our first class today, English.

I've got to take my whole bag with me till I have time to go back to my locker and try to unlock it.

I walk in and my gaze stays on the floor as I make my way to the back of the class. People snicker and I trip over someone's foot but catch myself before actually falling making people actually boo at me cause I didn't fall.

My face heats up and I quickly go to my seat.

Someone throws a crumpled piece of paper at me and I hesitate to read it.

I finally read it and I pale slightly.

'Twinkle twinkle little fag,

How many dicks does it take to gage.

1? 2? Possibly four?

You should just kill yourself already so you get no more.

Fucking faggot. Your people shouldn't even be alive. All burn in hell.'

I crumble it back up and shake my head putting it down on my arms.

Why me?

Oh because I'm fat as fuck, I'm ugly, I've got scars all over my body, I don't talk, my hairs ugly, my whole appearance is horrible.

I don't even know how my mum can stand to see me let alone Luke kissing me.

He's probably doing it out of pity, only because he feels bad for me.

I wipe my cheeks with my sleeve and bite my lip to keep all the sobs in.


After not doing anything for the whole class, the bell rings making me cringe cause I really don't want to go back out into the hallway

I sigh and gather my things up, making my way to the door.

I look to my left and see Rory talking with a group of girls and my gaze goes back to the ground.

"Faggot!" I hear someone yell at me as I walk down the crowded hallways and people laugh.

"Assmuncher!" Someone else yells.

"Fucking freak!" A guy shouts as people laugh even harder.

Where the hell are all the teachers?

"Cocksucker!" A girl yells.

"Hey unless your a lesbian then your one to bitch!" A random girl shouts with her arms crossed.

She's one of the girls hanging with Rory.

She's got long black hair and brown eyes. She's about the same hight as Rory, maybe a little shorter.

She sees me looking and shoots me a smile.

I look away quickly and rush down the hall and I slip into the washrooms.

I go to the last stall and curl up into a ball as I sob into my knees.

Fuck life.

Fuck school.

Fuck everyone.

There's a knock on the stall door and I don't answer, cause if it was Luke he'd be crawling under the door already.

"Ashton?" I hear the familiar voice of the kiwi lad.

I sniffle and I hear him sigh.

The bell rings but I ignore it hoping Calum would leave.

With my fucking luck today he stayed.

"Ashton I-I saw your locker....." He says and I roll my eyes.

"Who hasn't?" I mumble and he chuckles bitterly.

"Right." He says and I feel anger over take the pain and sadness.

I stand up and unlock the door making Calum jump back surprised.

"I'm gonna kill him. I- he's crossed the line." I say and Calum has wide eyes that look confused.

"Ashton, Michael didn't do this." He says and I grow more pissed.

"How do you know." Even I have a feeling that he's right.

"I was with Michael all this morning and the paint looked pretty damn fresh." He says and nod my head still pissed.

"I know who it was." I sneer.

"Who?" He asks.

I meet his brown eyes with my hazel ones.


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