antisocial || malum

nine

calum

i decided not to go to school since what happened yesterday. i pulled out my cigarette pack, pulled out one and lit it.

i felt ashamed.

i haven't touched these in awhile and i never planned on lighting one up again. but it felt so relieving because i've been so stressed.

i sat on the empty swing in the park withs cigarette in my mouth.

"calum you smoke?" i whipped my head towards the voice and saw it was alex gaskarth.

i widened my eyes and stood up from the swing set, back away from him.

"now see i wasn't planning on seeing anyone here. but then i see the faggot smoking a cigarette, looking like a reject." he smirked. i started to run, knowing what he's planning on doing.

he grabs both of my wrists with a tight grip, making me cry out of pain.

"ohhh so the faggot cuts? great! even better." alex held my wrist tighter, making me whimper louder.

"calum!" i turned around and saw it was ashton. alex threw me on the ground and said, "im not over with you." and walked away.

i looked at my wrist and saw they were bleeding like yesterday. i didn't do anything about it, just watched the burgundy red blood drip.

"calum," i looked up and saw ashton. "i-i'm sorry ashton i'm sorry! i can't even be clean for like, a fucking week!" i sobbed.

"calum, calum. calm down, you're gonna be okay i promise."

"that's what everyone says."