"Mum. Can I move back to Australia and live with Chloe?" I asked. She laughed. "No." She said. "But why." I replied. "Because, you're only thirteen and I don't want you alone in Australia." She said. "Please. I hate it here." I said. "Oh well. Live with it." She said. "You never let me do anything!" I yelled. "Ashton you're only thirteen!" She replied rising her voice. "And you're 28! And you have four kids! Oh wait! Five kids!" I yelled. She looked at me with sadness. "Don't bring your brother and sisters into this Ashton. You asked me if you could go back home. And I said no. That's it!" She yelled. I've never heard her yell before. I opened the front door. "Where are you going?!" She asked. "To a friends house!" I yelled running out.
Im such a bad mother. I yelled at Ashton. I yelled at him. I'm turning into my father. "Hey sky. What's wrong?" Michael asked. "Ashton is over a friends house. He should hopefully be home soon. If he's not home by dinner, call him. Now excuse me." I said walking out of the room. I can't take it anymore. I can't take the stress. Between moving, Ashton, recording, it's all too much. I've been busy with work. There's still unpacking. Ashton wants to move back home. I went into the bathroom. I dug deep into my makeup bag, an took out my blade. I took a deep breath, and cut my wrist.
Twenty cuts later, I started feeling dizzy, and everything went blurry. And the next thing I knew, I was on the floor, seeing blackness.
"Sky. Open up." I said knocking on the door. No answer. I heard the water running. Maybe she was in the shower? I took the key from one of the cabinets in the kitchen, and opened the door. "Luke!" I yelled. "Luke!" I yelled again. "Luke! Get your ass down here!" I screamed. "Damn I'm-" "what the hell!" He yelled running into the bathroom. "Sky. Sky!" He yelled shaking her. He didn't wake up. "Call the guys! Tell them to meet me at the hospital!" Luke yelled picking her up, and running out the door. Why would she start again? She was doing so good.
Once I got to the hospital, the nurses took Skylar in right away. I sat in the waiting room for news. Just me, no one else. "Dad!" Liz yelled. She ran up to me. "W-what happened!?" She asked. "It's your mum. She's not good." I replied. "Where's your brother?" I asked. "I-I don't know. I heard him and mum fighting when he got home today. But I haven't seen him since he got home." She said. "Call him please." I said. She nodded and took her phone out.
"Ashton!" I yelled into my phone. "What do you want Liz." He said. "Uncle Ash is on his way to get you." I said breathing heavily. "Why? It's not dinner yet." He said. "Ash, mums in the hospital." I said. "W-what." He said. "Just let uncle ash know where you are please." I said. "O-okay." He said hanging up.
I woke up in a hospital bed. No one was in the room with me. I looked around trying to adjust to the light. There were so many needles and tubes, and wires running from a machine into my arms. I had a breathing tube in my nose. What happened? I don't remember a thing. "Hi Skylar. I'm Doctor Quill. Do you remember anything?" The nice doctor asked. "The last thing I remember is fighting with my son." I said. "Okay. Well, we can tell you, you've been clean for three months, and today broke that three months." The doctor said. "I-I started again." I said breathing heavily. I heard the beeps on the machine, telling me that my heart-rate was going up. "Okay. Skylar. I need you to calm down for me." He said. I took a deep breath, and my heart-rate went down. "Do you remember anything else?" He asked. "I was about to call my manager about a new song. But then my son came in. And we fought. And he ran out. That's all I remember." I said. "Okay. Your family is here. I will let them know you're doing okay." He said. I nodded.
"Skylar Hemmings." A young man came out saying. I stood up. He looked about my age. He was young. "Hi, mr Hemmings, Skylar is fine. She suffers of a little memory loss. Not much. Nothing too serious. But, she has requested to see your son." He said. I looked at Ashton, who started fiddling with his hands. "Ashton. Go ahead." I said. He nodded, and walked back with the young doctor.
"Mum." I said walking into her room. Seeing her on the hospital bed, with a breathing tube, wires, needles, and tubes all over her arms, made me cry. "Baby don't cry. Please don't cry." She said. "I'm sorry mum. I shouldn't have said any of that. You're amazing. And you do let me do things." I said. "Ashton. Don't apologize. I know how you feel. When I first moved to home, I yelled and screamed at my dad. Saying how much I hated it there." She said. "Ashton. If you want to go back home. You can." She said. I shook my head. "I'm not leaving you. I'm not leaving the worlds best mum." I said. She smiled. I looked at her arms. They had stitches all over them. "No baby. Don't look at that." She said. But I kept looking. "Mum... Was this because of me." I asked. "No baby. No. Just stress." She said. "That's why you started again?" I asked. "How do you know?" She asked. "When I was little. I walked in on you." I said. The machine started beeping a lot. "Mum. Mum!"I yelled. Nurses came in, and walked me out of the room while other nurses stayed in the room. "Mum!" I screamed.