Adopted By 5SOS

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play music pleasee

Michael's POV

I walked through the front doors of my humble home, well, it's actually not humble. It's the biggest house I've ever lived in. Luke mostly paid for it. Luke is really whiney and stubborn, but the kid has a lot of money. Ashton put in $23,000 for it. I put in $25,670. Calum put in 0.25... He isn't exactly good at saving his money.

Anyway, I walked in, and saw the TV flashing on and off. Everytime it turned back on, it was static. I swear I paid the cable bill, so I don't understand why it is doing this.

I pressed the 'power' button, and it turned off. I shrugged, figuring maybe Luke pressed the wrong button on a remote again.

I went upstairs, and grabbed my guitar. I like to write songs when I'm stressed or sad. It helps me get everything off my chest.

"Everybody's got their demons, even wide awake or dreaming,"

I paused. Maybe this song is too depressing. The fans seem to like our more upbeat songs. The last song we released was a cover of "What I Like About You", and that was in 2014. We should probably release an album or at least a song, so that our fans don't forget we exist. Most of them don't even know I exist. They put "5sos" in their bio's, and follow Luke, Calum, and Ashton, but not me. I'm the one who just exists, no one really notices me. They say a lot of things:

(ps to the readers, these are REAL comments on his photos)

"#wehateyoumichael"
"annoying"
"gay"
"faggot"
"suicidal freak"
"kill yourself"
"why is he even there? they don't need 2 guitarists. no one likes him anyway.."
"he is an ugly rat."
"he is copying gerard way.."
"he is trying to be punk, but we all know he never will be"
"i wish he would do us all a favor and kill himself"
"worst member of the band"
"freak"
"outcast"
"irritating"
"too loud"
"you try to be funny but your not"
"he's such a bad role model"
"at least fifth harmony doesn't have an ugly, fat, emo, suicidal freak"

I closed my eyes. All these things finally got to me. If it wasn't true..why would I be constantly told it?

I stood up, and walked to the bathroom. I felt a warm tear, roll down my pale cheek. I opened the cabinent, and grabbed the famous blade. This is what they want, so they will get it.

*****TRIGGER WARNING*****

I cut one.

Two.

Three.

Four.

Five.

Six.

Seven times.

GOD THIS FEELS GREAT!

All my pain, stress, worries, instantly faded. I looked down at what I did. Shit. Shit. SHIT! I saw blood running down my arms, staining my skin. I looked around, and grabbed Ashton's black jeans.

I dabbed my cuts, and put them under water until the bleeding stopped. I looked up at the mirror, and looked at myself.

My pale skin, my ugly green eyes, my gross hair, my acne, my eyebrows that were NOT on fleek, and lastly, my new cuts. I held my arm up, so I can see there reflection.

"Look at me now...are you proud of your precious child?"

I stared at myself.

"These cuts on my wrist are no mistake, but no one cares enough to stop me from this self hate..."