I throw my bag on to my bedroom floor and slump down on to my bed.
"Ugly"
"Freak"
"Homo"
The words pierce through my skin like a newly sharpened kitchen knife.
I just can't do this anymore.
Bzzz bzzz bzzz.
"Hello?" I sob through the phone.
"Ash it's me, are you crying?"
"Luke. I don't want to be here anymore."
"Ash, plea-"
"I can't be here anymore, I just want to be happy. I can't be happy here. I need to leave."
"Then leave, come to me. If that makes you happy."
"I don't mean in Australia."
"Oh."
"Sing to me, Luke."
"And it's dark in a cold December, but I've got you to keep me warm
If you're broken I will mend ya and keep you sheltered from the storm that's raging on, now."
I let the tears fall down my face as I willingly embraced the lyrics coming from a voice of the angels.
"Thank you."
"Feel better?"
"Much."
"Good. I gotta go, I've got an acoustic set in a bit, be strong okay?"
"I'll try. Goodbye."
"Later, loser."
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Your biggest fan, Ashton
Aléatoire"Look inside of yourself, Cause the power's in you, There is always hope, You're not alone anymore.."
