"Sam, what the fuck are you doing?" My aunt screams.
"I'm not sure, I can't move" I stutter.
"please put the scissors away" my aunt say as she walks closer to me, her steps are slow to slow.
My vision is now blurred, my aunt pats my pack in an attempt to shake me out of this suicidal world they call life.
My eyes awake to very bright lights, I look around at my surroundings, I'm home again, the home I call 'the hospital'.
I pull my Hand to try wipe the sleep away but my hands are tied to sides of the bed.
"For fuck sake" I whisper, my attempts of wriggling out of the knots have failed miserably.
I get tired of trying so I sit back on the cold smelly sheets, looking at the Bandages cover my wrist. It's a sight I haven't seen in a while even since I was threatened from my mother, while she has more problems then I do.
She's takes a lot of shit from my fucked up brother that wants every thing and hurts everyone he lives with. He has threatened me with a knife about 200 times and tried to shoot me at least 9 times, I'm not scared any more, I have gotten used to it.
He left at the age of 15 I don't know where he is and nor do I care.
My farther was a rapest, there nothing else to say about him, I suspect he's probably dead in a ditch.
My mother is a naive collage girl that had every thing and rebelled against everyone mostly her parents and dated my farther for 'pay back' after a fight and my farther dated my mother for an easy fuck.
They dated for 6 years then when I was 3 they split up and now I live with my aunt Jennifer. She's cool but she's a police officer so I can't smoke pot, I can't steal anything and you can't even have guys over unless there my 'friends' or gay.
I'm just sam, fucked up little sam.
I "pray to satan".
And I live on the internet and I smoke alot.
My wrist become sore and I can't do this any more I'm getting annoyed.
"Help me!?!" "Help me Jen" I yell and kick around.
Unaware of the behaviour on the out side of these curtains.
My aunt comes storming through the curtains.
"Sam, what's the problem" she sees me struggling and looks sad for me.
"Don't give that look, untie me please" I whisper
"I need to ask the doctor,okay" she smiles and kisses me in the forehead.
She opens the curtains and she FUCKEN forgets to shut them!.
There's people looking at me. my sorda dreaded hair gets in the way. I wriggle and wriggle. when a tall ass figure walks up and closes it. he sends me a smile. he's like me. lip rings,tattoos sweater and skinny jeans.
I reach for my phone to tell my friend "Jessica" about the eye candy I have just witnessed. but I fail these FUCKEN straps on my Arms. I rest my head against the pillow sighing. " why do I do this" I look down at my wrist. " IM THE REASON" another thought interferes with my mind.
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Lightning (h.s/au)
Fanfiction"Harry lightning doesn't strike twice" I say. "I know, but when there's lighting around us I feel safer" he says pulling the trigger.
