Day: 29

Date: 10th July 2016

Time: Unknown

Place: Unknown

I was feeling suffocated with the toxic smell and my eyes were covered so tightly that I felt like my pupils will pop up. Unfortunately, my hands and legs were tied up too. I couldn't help myself, that is for sure but I wish I knew what was actually happening?

"Hey, you there?", Hoping that he would answer, but who am I fucking kidding? I don't even know how the telepathy works, even though I did it for ages, please answer Peter pan, I miss you, need you.

"Hey Tink, missing me already? Well if you are trying to check on me then let me tell you that I'm awesome as ever-" He replied. Peter replied.

"-I am in deep shit." Gosh! I'm lucky to have Peter, cause he's the only one hope of light, hope to get out of here. I know it's a great gift that I have an imaginary friend who is real and living in some part of the world.

He's my Peter Pan and I'm his Tinker Bell. Don't judge, we gave these nicknames when we were five, fantasizing about Neverland and lost boys.
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When I was 5
"Hey", I was wondering while I was talking to myself," Happy birthday", singing and dancing, thinking about my cake, my party, my birthday dress like every five-year old. Well, it's my fifth birthday duh! But to my utmost shock, he spoke, someone spoke, no not an imaginary one, I'm not even getting hallucinations of such, he spoke.

"Hey, thanks. Well happy birthday to you too. And by the way, you sing horribly".

I was terrified to death, "MOM, invisible man wished me birthday and you know it's his birthday too", I was hauntingly excited and like any other five-year-old, told my mother.

"Hey invisible man, thanks for wishing my daughter on her birthday, that is really sweet. Won't you cut the cake with us cause I heard that's it's your birthday too.." she giggled and laughed so hard that even my very old neighbor Ms. Kelly, with a hearing problem, could hear it.

"Sweetheart, you have the wildest imagination of all, I can't believe I gave birth to a genius who can talk to invisible man", she exclaimed but didn't stop giggling.

I frowned thinking that world has become a cruel place to live in, somebody got to believe me but then I felt like my mom is right, cause you know 'the boss is always right '.

Losing hope I started singing
"Twinkle twinkle little star,
How do I wonder what you are?
Up above the world so high
Like a diamond in the sky"
I did everything, high pitch, low pitch, deep voice and basically made funny faces, giggled, laughed at my own magical voice.

"Gosh! No wonder that the Gods are angry these days, must be the voice"
He spoke again, that is no imaginary friend, imaginary friends are not supposed to scare you.

"Who are you? My imagination or my reality?" I asked out of curiosity.

"Maybe your fantasy", he replied.

"Like Peter Pan"

"If I'm your Peter Pan, then you must be —"

"Wendy?" I cut his sentence in excitement.

"No... you're my Tinker Bell", he protested.

"Tinker Bell?" I asked.

"Ya cause you know, everyone leaves Peter except Tink, and how can you possibly leave me."

"Maybe I can."

"Well Tink is my favorite and Peter's best friend and since you horrifying voice is unavoidable to my ears, you must be my soul mates like Tink and Peter."

"I still think that's Wendy and Peter"

"Come on "

I could see the guests arriving and who could be late for their own party? Don't say celebrities.

"Bye got to go"

"Bye"
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"Tink, what happened? Is everything alright? Are you alright?" He sounded worried, god what a pathetic faggot am I, making everyone panic. I feel miserable.

"Peter, I don't know where am I? Some guy took me off guard and kept me in a dungeon or I think that its a dungeon. I can't see, he covered my eyes so tightly that they might pop out, and my hands and legs are tied up. It's miserable, I feel miserable."

I started weeping, felt like a flood will be coming soon. What should I do?

"Relax Tink, let's talk about some good things"

"What good things, my life is pathetic, just like me" I couldn't stop whining.

"Stop acting as if you're a toddler, you're seventeen for god sake, and am I not a good thing in your life? Don't lie, your life is pretty amazing. I know it and I know that deep down, you know it too."

"What's so good about my life? I am a sore loser.I'm nothing for god damn sake. I know you're the 'good thing' in my life, the best I must add but what to talk about you I basically know you from top to bottom"

"Well.... did you know that I'm-"

"-bi. Babes that for starters"

"My height-"

"-6 feet 4 inches"

"My hair-"

"-flawless dirt blond which definitely rocks the 'out of the bed' look"

"-which I try-"

"-not too hard for"

"My first girlfriend-"

"-at the age of 13 darling and the real one at 15"

"My favorite guitar-"

"-the one with Avril's signature on it. You got it for trying too hard to reach her concert and accidentally you collided with her manager. Lucky you"

"My worst nightmare-"

"-thinking that cookie monsters are real."

"My favorite 'friends' charact-"

"Ross"

"Well babes, how you doing?"

"Seriously friends. You have used this pickup line for more than a thousand times, still, no one accepted you mama's boy"

"Wow.. you know a lot man, hell lot"

"That is because you are too easy to read"

"Gosh! Sweetheart you read me, no wonder I am getting nightmares these days"

"Shut up. In my case, you know none"

"Well, I am getting an intuition that your gut feeling is going down. You're pretty predictable."

"Oh really! Bring it out loser"

"For starters, you are a terrible singer-"

"-I don't sing that bad nutcase"

"Oh God! Hit me, you sing like most of the time, like when you're sad, happy anytime and anywhere and every time you do, the crowd runs away"

I groaned.

"Face the reality sweetheart. I know that you're feeling really hurt cause at a point of time, you wanted to be an aspiring singer but nobody knows about it. You were just too ashamed to admit. I can blabber all night but the only thing I don't know about you is your-"

"Name", we both said in unison.

I know it sounds strange, like when people meet the first thing they know about each other is their names but we, we never met and this name was mysterious to me for like twelve years of my life. Feels like an eternity but I got used to this way.

I know I felt like and know that I can write a whole book about him, just except his name. Like a 'Mysterious Man of Melbourne' or 'Undercover Ridgewood's Rockstar' or something like that.

"Well ladies first, you start"

"Withdrawing from a tough job with a lame excuse, so sweet of you."

"Seriously stop mocking, well....... I'm Dallas"

"An Australian guy with a name that represents a city in Big Apple"

"I know you live in NYC, don't start making me jealous"

I kept quiet until he started.

"My dad's Australian but mom was from NYC, she left everything- her name, her home, her country like every other housewife in 1960s-"

"-all girls leave their country after marriage, what a shock? So true" I couldn't help my sarcastic mouth.

Sarcasm is my birthright and I shall have it.

"You're-"

"-awesome. Darling, I know that already, tell me something I don't know."

"I will if you stay quiet." After the awkward silence, he began again.

"My mom went to Australia for a trip, she was rich as hell but she then settled here for the atmosphere and after meeting my dad, she was ready to leave everything and settle here. She missed her country so she named me after the place she used to live in"

"So cliche"

"Just kidding, my mom wanted to go to America for ages, childhood dream destination and she named me after it. Just for the fun of it." He laughed at the end of his narration.

I was, to be honest, amused by the story.

"My turn..",breaking the silence I started, "I'm Ashton"

"Whoa, you're joking, right? Or are you a guy with a girl-like voice. Possibilities are high."

"Seriously, no definitely not, I am perfectly a girl-"

"-Perfectly huh?." He laughed like someone just intoxicated his room with liquid nitrogen, you know, 'laughing gas'. I couldn't help but laugh along.

"My parents wanted a guy, I was their disappointment maybe. So they named me after a guy and treated me as such."

"Ashton's a pretty cool name." He laughed in the end.

"Fuck off dickhead, I'll speak to you soon"

"Bye and just remember that I'll be always there for you no matter what, though the thick and thin. Cause no matter if you're Ashton for the world, you are still my Tink."

"Bye"

Just as he said, I sang mostly every time and everywhere, so here I go singing 'Wish You Were Here by Cody Simpson and Becky G.

🎶Lately, I got this feeling

I don't know what's the meaning
But I know it's strong
And it's over you
All I want is to be home with you
Oh ooh oh
I'm coming right back
Ho-ome
Livin' without you is a
Noo Noo
I'm coming right back
Ho-ome

I wish you were here
Yeah, I wish you were here
Music is better
And lights are brighter when you are near
Am I making it clear?
The music is better
And right now I just wish you were here
Oh ooh oh
Right now I just wish you were here
Oh ooh oh

Right now I just wish you were here 🎶
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Day: 1

Date: 12th June 2016

Time: 0800

Place: My room, NYC

Omg! St. Lawrence, NYC's most strict Catholic school, gees I'm so excited. My childhood dream, can't wait to see it come true, I am so happy.

ITS THE WORST NIGHTMARE.

There were many things on my bucket list to do on the first day of high school:

1.Getting a hot boyfriend

2. Being the prom queen(I know, that is never going to happen dodo) and make it like the epic mean girls ending.

3. Be a part of Massive Water fight

4.Road trip

5.Party all night

Going to catholic school, not in my wildest dreams especially not St.Lawrence.

I grabbed my uniform, luckily not that bad, but too bad cause I planned to go all awesome all year(trick behind being a prom queen and popular someday). I hate you mom, for such a lovely surprise, catholic school.

My uniform was a red checked Scottish-looking skirt with a white top and matching tie. Black jacket was provided to complete the look and I must say that it looked kinda hot on my 5 feet 8 inches structure.

"Ash, hurry up or you'll be late on your first day."

"Coming right up", I took my tie cause I needed to hurry, no time to waste. St. Lawrence is the most horrifying school in NYC, no in history.

We reached our destination in 5 light years aka 20 mins and with every step I could feel my dreams, hopes and desires getting crushed pretty badly. Everybody was wearing the same outfit, it looks terribly shitty.

Its a good thing that I don't have to select an outfit everyday, but whats the fun to go to school them. I love to be a gangsta, and to be one personality is not the only thing, swag and style are important too and in the costume, I look like an innocent school girl.

Mom, why do you hate me so much? Why St.Lawrence of all the places in the world?WHY? Even though I know the reason is because of the Nick's suicide attempt but still why?

Ash, just pretend you're working undercover and you'll be fine. Just try to be, at least for mom.

Who am I kidding, this place is a LIVING HELL and I'm escaping it not be bound to it for mom. I know you love me but this is too much, you should think about my priorities too.

Till then, its for you mom. St. Lawrence here I come so please learn to face the wrath of this Ashton Levine

Hey, the first chapter is done. Hope you guys liked it as much as I did, writing it. It may have some mistakes so please don't judge, but spread your love with some votes, comments etc. I don't know what the hell I'm supposed to write so this is theWandererMadness signing out.

Peace out and be crazy as ever.