Voices (Lashton)

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  • Published: 28 Oct 2014
  • Updated: 20 Jul 2016
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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.


2. The Three Morons

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I sigh as I stare at my blank wall, not thinking of anything but everything all at once. Does that make sense?

"Ash, you ready?" I hear my mum ask as she knocks on my door.

I blink and get up off the ground. "Yeah. Just, just give me a second." I mumble under my breath to myself more then her.

I hear her give a faint sigh and her feet going away from the door.

I grab my bag and I avoid looking in my mirror, scared I'll break it again. This is my 5th one this month.

I stuff my old phone in my pocket along with my headphones.

I run a hand through my curls as I make my way downstairs.

"Are you going to eat anything?" Mum asks me as I walk into the kitchen and I mentally cringe at the mention of food.

I shake my head lying, whispering, "Nah I'll eat at school." Or not at all.

She nods her head and gives me a peck on the top of my head as I head out to catch my bus and to my luck it's raining.

'Great, just my fucking luck' I think to my self as a car drives by and hits a giant hole splashing me getting me even more wet and muddy then I already was.

My curls stick to my forehead as water falls down in buckets on me.

The bus finally comes and I step on, people glaring, pointing and just doing why they normally do. Thank god it doesn't last long, them all staring and pointing at me.

I put in my headphones and put on American Idiot by Green Day. A small smile slips on my face and I breath out leaning my head against the window, fogging it up with my breath.

After a few other songs, we pull up to school.

I get off and someone trips me, making me fall into (sigh) another puddle and people stop what there doing to laugh and see what the hell I did this time around.

I get up as fast as I can and speed walk my way into the school and keep my head down the whole time making my way to my locker, my shoes making that really loud and annoying squeaky sound that catches everyone's attention.

I get to my locker and try at least five times. You'd think that they'd get new lockers by now but nope.

I finally get it open and stuff all my crap inside it, about to grab out what I'll need, I jump back as my locker gets slammed shut almost getting my long fingers.

I flinch and look to my right slightly to see the biggest douche of our school, and the team captan for just about anything that has to do with sports.

"Well good morning Asshton. How was your sleep, to bad you woke up fattass." Chris sneers in my face as his two main friends, laugh at me.

Them being Tony Penner and Michael Clifford.

I really don't understand why they hate me like, I actually did nothing to them. At all.

Michael used to be my friend but, I don't know what happened. Just one day he's my best friend and the next he's bashing my head against the bathroom stall door, kicking me in the ribs and stepping on my ankle till I heard a crack.

He left a few giant bruises and I had a massive headache for a couple days, plus I couldn't walk on my ankle for a few days. So I had to tell my mom I was way to sick so I could just lay in pain all day.

Some days it's just a few beatings but other days it's just as bad as what Michael did to me the first time he started being a jackass.

I can't speak up for myaelf, because I don't talk at school. I won't even answer questions if the teacher asks me. By now they know not to ask me but I do my homework and I get all high marks.

I come back to earth when I feel the air get knocked out of me and I gasp for air desperately.

Everyone stops what there doing to watch. How nice.

I slide down the lockers and I get a blow to my ribs again and I hear the mocking laughter of Michael and the others ringing in my ears.

I'm not going to lie, I think they actually follow Michael and not Chris like everyone says.

They haven't hit my face that much because they don't want anyone knowing what they do or some line of bullshit that Tony once spat at me.

The halls clear along with the three morons as I try to sit up only to gasp in pain again.

I close my eyes and finally get up with the help of the lockers. I make my way to washroom and I go in the very last stall, lock it and slide down the wall.

I seriously want this year to go by so fast that I don't even notice.

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