38. Chapter 37
I get off of the barstool and put my dishes in the sink. Ashton does the same. We walk to the party room for no reason. I pull out my phone and look at Twitter. I frown as I read the tweets from the fans. 'That Emily girl doesn't deserve Ashton.' I scroll past it only to find more. Ashton comes beside me. I turn off my phone as he takes my hand.
Ashton leaves and I go back to my room. I go back into Twitter. '@emilyrwoods needs to die and leave Ashton's life.' 'Remind me again why Ashton Irwin is dating that ugly ass bitch?' '@emilyrwoods needs to realize that Ash doesn't like her at all.' 'Emily doesn't deserve Ashton at all.' '@emilyrwoods is so ugly. Why do people even like her?' A tear rolls down my cheek and more follow. I put my phone on the nightstand. Michael knocks on my door. I open it and rub my eyes under my glasses. "Hey,do you have a piec-what's wrong?" He asks. "Nothing,what do you want?" I ask. "You're crying,why? What happened?" He asks. "Did Ash break up with you?" I shake my head. "No. What do you want?" "Wait,I know," he pulls out his phone. "Is it the hate?" He asks. I nod,and more tears roll down my face. "Most the time,the fans are happy but then there's a one part where they're really mean." I say through sobs. Dad comes in. "Hey,what's wrong?" He asks. "A few fans were saying mean things about her on Twitter." Michael explains. "Oh." Dad comes over and hugs me. They talk to me and Mom comes in after a few minutes. Soon,we all go to bed.
I look at my Twitter,again. Yeah,I shouldn't do that,but,I can't help it. Michael tweeted out to stop being mean to me and Allison. Turns out Allison got hate too. Poor girl. But that didn't stop those mean people. More hate came up. I sigh. I put my phone down and go to the bathroom. I sigh.
I wrap a bandage around my wrist and put on a sweatshirt that says "Australian" on it and put on black leggings. I put on black vans and grab my phone. I leave my glasses on and skip makeup for today,again. I throw on a black beanie. I walk downstairs and see the guys standing there. "Hi." I say,smiling,hiding my pain. "Hey." Luke says. "Wanna play FIFA?" Michael asks. "I'll watch." I answer. Ashton nods and we go downstairs.
A/N: Hey. I just wanted to say whatever you're going through,you'll be okay. I don't promote self harm or self hate. And also,I've never cut,but my cousin has. Each and everyone of you is beautiful no matter what someone else says. -Em <3