TRIGGERWARNING (The Less Intense Version)

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN ASH

Tuesday

7:12 am

I woke up from a genuinely nice night, I dreamt about the last evening, that's why I was super happy. I was excited for school and felt amazing, it hit me hard. We had an important maths exam today, and I hadn't studied at all. But I also remembered that I got a bad grade the last time, so I wouldn't pass math this year if I messed up that exam. Fuck, what should I do, I panicked and started fidgeting with my fingers and bouncing my leg intensely? My head suddenly only knew one word: "FUCK". I tried to calm myself down as good as possible, with shaking hands I finally decided that I would go downstairs and have a quick breakfast. As I swallowed the last piece of bread, I already grabbed my stuff and ran out the door. I already saw the bus coming as I arrived at the station. Inside I looked for David, to my horror he wasn't there. Now I had no one to talk to, I texted David and he told me he was sick. I would be zoned out the entire day because I had no one to talk to. Then I remembered the maths exam and also that the teacher said we would get it back tomorrow already. I was so fucking stressed out. I didn't know what to do, normally I am not the kind of person for drugs, but I needed some weed to calm me the fuck down before that exam. So right as I arrived at school, I bought some from our schools second main dealer since Elliot our main dealer was sick. I rolled one joint immediately and the other unused stuff landed in my backpack. I went into the gender-neutral bathrooms and smoked that stuff. I was calm, but also pretty nervous at the same time because this was my first-time doing drugs. Still, I just tried to convince myself it wasn't that bad, then I put other clothes on and went into class. The exam went as crappy as I had expected it, with a bit of luck I could maybe have about 3 points. The next lesson was English, so I just stopped listening and zoned out after some time. That was going the whole day until the bell finally dismissed us, we all stormed out of the classroom, and I was happy that day was over. At home I had lunch and left my backpack downstairs as I went up to my room. After an hour of just browsing on my phone I heard a scream from my mom. She screamed: "Ashton Jeremy Sunfield, come down here right now." What happened now, I walked downstairs and spotted my mom with my backpack in her hands. Fuck, I was screwed. She looked me dead in the eyes and took out the pack of weed that was still in there. I didn't say anything and stared at the ground. Mom said: "Ashton, what did I do wrong to end up like this? I can't take this anymore, you bring bad grades home, withdraw from us, and now this. I will send you to therapy, I hope they can deal with you." I couldn't believe what I just hard, I would go to therapy and talk to people? That was a nightmare, except for the therapy part I thought it would maybe be good for my depression. I just nodded and started crying, mom then called my dad and told him everything. I heard him screaming through the phone, I was now scared for life. When I wanted to say something, she just shushed me and said that she would not discuss anything with me now and that I should get out of her face. I went upstairs and did nothing till it was bedtime. I fell asleep and already feared the next day, since we got the exams back. What would mom do if she found this out?