Medicine [h.s]

04

"I don't like anyone taking what's mine. If anyone is going to kill you, it will be me." I can still hear Harry's words. It seems to him it's all just a game. And apparently my killing is the prize.

I'm shaking. I hate this feeling. Sometimes I want to die. But not like this. I know it doesn't make sense. Actually, I don't even know how I want to die. I guess I just don't care. I can die and live. It doesn't change anything.

I should take a shower. Maybe it will make me feel better. My legs are still shaking and my heart beats very fast. I get up from the bed with a sigh.

Otherwise, the room is quite friendly. As soon as you enter through the door, the bathroom is on the right . Walking on, there is a sofa and to the right of the sofa is a mirror. The bed is to the left of the sofa. Opposite the bed is a TV and a coffee table. And there is a window at the end of the room.

I walk to my suitcase and take out my clean underwear and shower gel. Then I walk to the bathroom. I put my clothes on the sink counter.

I look exactly how I feel. A mess. My hair tie no longer holds my hair at all. My mascara is everywhere but not where it should be. Despite a lot of sleep, there are bags under my eyes.

Shaking my head, I prefer to take off my clothes and get in the shower. I hate that I don't have time for a long shower. Usually I love taking long showers. They calm me down. When I'm shaking like this, I feel like I'm freezing. And when I get in the shower and I feel the warm water running through my body,  I feel like I can breathe again.

But now like everything else is, it's just different. I just quickly wash my hair and my body. I don't want to take risks and be late. I got enough threats today, I don't need any more.

After I get out of the shower I put on my lacy lingerie and then comb my hair. I can only comb my hair properly if it is wet because it is very curly and it hurts if I comb it when it's dry. Then I put some makeup on my chest wound. I don't want anyone to see it by accident.
I dry my wet hair and then go back to the room.

I put on a mustard yellow top and a dark blue high-waisted  skinny jeans. I prefer my black boots instead of sneakers. The boots hold my ankles better. I don't want to risk breaking my ankle because I have to jump out of a window again. Anyway, I really hope I don't have to jump out the window of the principal's office because it's on the second floor.

Honestly, I'm pretty scared to have to go with Louis. Harry I know he's an asshole but I'm not afraid he'll hurt me now. He loves this game and prolongs it until I'm more and more scared. But Louis seems to be the one who always does what he sees fit and is not interested in the opinions of others. And for some reason he seems to me to hate me even more than Harry. And for me, Harry's hatred is more than enough.

After gathering my things I might need, I closed the door to my room. I can hear a door closing from the left side of the hallway so I look over there. Liam is also heading for the elevator. He probably took a shower like me. But in any case, even if he didn't shower, he changed clothes.

He is wearing a black skinny jeans with a white t-shirt. And he is wearing a leather jacket over the t-shirt. Although the leather jacket covers the tattoos on his forearms and upper arms, the ones on his neck and hands are quite striking. To hell with it. The whole guy is too suspicious.

While we wait for the elevator, I can see with half my eyes that he is checking me out. We didn't even greet each other, we just nodded. It seems like an eternity by the time we get to the ground floor by elevator. We walk through the lobby to the hotel restaurant.

A couple of people are sitting indoors and having breakfast. There are also a couple of people at the buffet. The restaurant also has an outdoor area. There, a little more people sit with most of them with cigarettes in their hands. Louis is there too but he is not smoking but watching us as we head towards him.