Ripped Jeans & Band Tee's (Luke Hemmings Fan Fic)

Oversized Sweat shirt.

The next morning I woke up around noon. The sun welcomed it's self in my room, making everything shine brightly, causing a squint a little due to the large brighteness. I smiled into my white soft blanket that draped over my body, snuggling my body around in it.
I streched over and reached for my phone that layed still on the little coffee table beside my bed. Millions of messages from twitter and regular messages appeared on the screen. I slowly scrolled by each of them.

Unknown number•Good morning Jasey Rae (: x

Unknown number• Jasey Rae please get your arse up I am terribly bored.

Unknown number• JASEY. Your killing me here.

Maria• hi love big. I miss you grately.

Twitter
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You have 768 new followers.
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@LukisinmyBed__
Saw you last night and threw up in my own mouth..
@5sosbaesss
Your oh so cute ^~^ love hearing you voice last night!!!
@jazabellaa4567
Lol. Your ugly bro. Your hairs nice though..
@secondsofsummeeeercx
LUKES MINE. SO IS ASH. FUCK OFF YOUR DUMB CUNT.

oh so at least their was one nice message. I decided to reply to Luke and my long last friend Maria.

Me• oops sorry hi (:

Me- Aw Maria I miss you much x

I continued to scroll down the hate from my twitter and drowned deeper in my sorrow. Stop it Jasey. Stop it. My eyes didn't want to stop reading, they were thriving to read every message. I couldn't controle them. It was like they want me to be hurt. After reading the last tweet that seemed to hit the boiling point, I let a little tear glide down my cheek slowly before wipeing it away. I don't deserve it. I keep telling myself. I don't desvere the hate. I continued to tell myself that it's okay but I do guess that it didn't help because all I wanted to do was slice the scars and fresh skin that was on my wrist and I did as so.
My feet hit the cold ground of the bathroom. I pulled a little blade from a eyeliner sharper, and held it in my hand for awhile. Asking myself if I really wanted to do this. But I did. I wanted to feel the pain. I wanted to feel everything and just let all I was hearing all I was seeing out and onto my wrist. I took that terrorizing silver blade and placed it to my wrist. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. 10 more were added. And I sat with nothing in my eyes and watched the blood slowly slip down pale my wrist onto the ground. Watching the blood pour out of my cuts. Every comment people said hurt. Hurt like pouring salts in a fresh wound. Hurt like stabbing yourself mutiple times untill you couldn't feel anything but numbness and death.

"Jasey? Jasey you here." A voice shouted from inside. A voice I recognized.
"Shit." I whispered to myself panicking around the small tight bathroom.
"Uh. Just a minute." I called. I grabbed a rag and cleaned up the access blood on the floor and on my wrist. I threw the rag under the sink and looked at myself in the mirror. My hair stood up and all places like I just woke up. My eyes were stained red from tears. I look like shit.
I opened the door to seeing Ashton.
"Hi love." He smiled and embraced me into a warm filling hug.
"Hi ash."

"You okay?" He asked looking into my eyes. I nodded slightly and looked away from his eyes before he saw them tearing up.

"Nice outfit." He smiled cheekily. I looked down at the overly large shirt I was just wearing. I blushed and apologized.
He headed over to the bed and sat down, flipping threw his phone, while I walked over to the kitchen.
"Anything you want to drink?" He looked up for a minute and shook his head slightly before returning to his phone.
I grabbed myself a cup of ice and water and chugged it down as if I haven't drank in years. And that's exactly what it felt like.