Drummer Boy

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Ashton's POV

I was late. I was very late. I was worried too, I already knew what was in for when I got home.

I got beat pretty badly today, worse than usual, so my 15 minuet walk home was more like 45 minuets. I was dreading opening the door to my house and hearing my mum yell "Where have you been!?" Then continue to yell at me and ask what happened.

You can't imagine my relief when I opened the door and found that my mum wasn't home, so I walked straight to the bathroom to try and clean some of the wounds left behind by the skids.

I don't know why, but none of them like me. They all hate me and do whatever they can to make life shit. Except for one of them, I don't know his name but the tall blonde was usually there, and the days he wasn't is when the beatings are worse.

"Ah fuuuuck!"

I cussed as I wiped of one of the cuts I'd received some how. I just wish it would stop, or more I wish I was dead. No one would miss me anyway, right? My whole world changed to be like this the day I was outed in front of them whole school, then broken up with. Maybe that's why everyone hates me.

Maybe that's why I hate myself. I don't know, I just don't wanna be here, and my only escape is playing my drums and singing, which I do all the time. Except for tonight, I just went straight to my room and laid in my bed. I couldn't stop the tears as they fell down my cheeks, a million reasons behind them. I cried for awhile before I fell asleep, finally leaving this day.

Only to start another shitty day.