Who Knew. [ ON HOLD ]

Chapter 6

Songs: Justin Bieber, Skrillex + Diplo x Where Are ü Now (love disss). P!ATD x Camisado

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Harry's POV

I wake up still in the hospital without my discharge papers and I'm furious. I see that I have these wires and things still hooked up to me, but I know If I take them off, its going to be another excuse for those people to keep me in the facility longer. I mean who wants that? I hear knocks on the door but I can't move.

"Uhh, who is it now?" I say to myself. "Come in."

"Good morning Harry, your discharge papers are signed and you're ready to go." My mum walks through the room while my doctor tells me information about my papers.

"What about the mental facility?" My mum asks.

"I really hate those places, please let me go someplace else. You don't know how it feels to be trapped in some maniac place like that." I beg. I have no one now but when you're there, it feels like no one cares at all. I know there is someone out there who cares about people like me. Its just that you rarely meet them. And when you do meet them, sometimes you don't give any trust so they disappear slowly.

"You can't, unless something happens." The doctor boldly states. There is something behind his voice that tells me he doesn't care about me. He's just doing his job. There's nothing wrong with that. It's just the effect of his voice sounded like he wanted something in return. I have a thing in mind.

I'm finally discharged and when I get home, I go straight into the kitchen and grab ice and salt. I shouldn't be doing this, but maybe it can help me with something.

I sit down and pour a bunch of salt on my arms and lay the ice on it. It stings so much. Right now I don't care. I leave it on for about five minutes and when I take it off I have like a burn in my arm. Its not too bad, but I can tell its going to scar.

The salt ate away my flesh and I wince in pain when I wrap it in gauges. What am I doing? Why am I hurting myself? I feel so guilty for burning myself. Maybe some fresh air will do.

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Amanda's POV

Its beautiful outside today. Weather is nice and cloudy. It looks like its about to drizzle so I grab an umbrella before walking downstairs and going out the door. I need to call my parents to make sure they're okay, but right now I don't really care about them. I mean they aren't even my real parents anyway.

I spot Harry instantly and I swear it looks like he's crying. He's sitting down on a bench with his perfect little dark brown curls, the rain slightly making it black. He has a book in his hands and crutches,  but I don't know why.

He didn't spot me yet so now I can really notice how amazingly beautiful he is. His perfect dimples rest in his cheeks when he talks, the way his lips are always pink. He loves to wear boxy cut shirts. I think those are perfect on him. Am I slowly falling for him? I don't even know him.

I think Harry sees me when he finally looks up. His eyes are red and puffy, but they don't leave mine. Do I look away? Or shou--

"Amanda?", he asks. I so nervous to speak to him for some odd reason. I walk slowly over there.

"Hey." He glances at me like I'm some sort of person who can save his life if he was in a crisis.

"What are you doing out here? Its about to rain." He states the obvious.

"I just needed to get some stuff out and I do have an umbrella." I giggle. He actually smiles. I've never ever seen him smile at school so this is great.

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Harry's POV

"Stuff huh? Are you okay?" I feel like I need to know more about her. She seems interesting and today I feel like I can tell her anything even though I said I don't want to get attached. I'm tired of this state of mind so maybe I need a person to vent to.

She pauses before completing her sentence.

"Not really. There are tons of things wrong with me. I haven't told anyone or my foster parents. I feel like maybe you can understand in way. That's if I can trust you." Wow. I never even thought that's what she'd say. Why would her biological parents do that. Well maybe they died or something.

"You can trust me. I feel like I can't give my trust to anyone to. I suffer with depression." She gasps and I see her tears forming. Maybe I shouldn't say anything. No. Not again. For now on my heart will make the decisions.

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