You drop out of school

I walked nervously to the teachers table with an incomplete notebook. I place the book on her desk and put my arms behind my back to over my scars, in out school the uniform is a shot sleeved one and no bracelets whatsoever were allowed.

"Whys your book incomplete?" The teacher sternly asked

"I was um busy" I lied. The past few months my depression had been severely kicking in and I could feel myself falling back into the place I fought too hard to get out of.

"We're you too busy to eat?" She asked

"No"

"Then you couldn't have possibly been to busy to compete your work now could you"

I didn't answer and kept on staring at the floor

"Get me your calendar I'll be writing a note to your parents" I simply nodded and walked to my bag as everyone was staring at me

I walked back to the table and kept my calendar on it.

"What was that on your wrist?" She asked grabbing my arm to expose all the scars on it. I trie to break of her grip but couldn't

"YOU'RE WAISTING YOUR TIME DOING THIS RUBBISH. LOOK EVERYONE THE GIRL WHO SLITS HER ARMS" she said showing the scars for the entire class the watch as I broke down into tears. I quickly snatched my arms from her hand and ran up the school.

As I ran towards Ashton's apartment I had never felt so embarrassed in my entire life/ I felt like total shit

I rung Ashton's door bell and waited for him to answer the door

"Y/N? A rents you supposed to be in school?" He asked as I friend into his shirt. N

"The teacher, she showed the entire class my wrists"

"Baby I'm sorry" he said as he wrapped his arms around me as I cried into his shoulder

"I can't do this Ashton I'm dropping out of school"

"If that's what you want then that's what we'll do"

"Thank you"