Scars [Book 1]✅

Thirty-two

^^^Even though Harry doesn't have tattoos yet in this story, oh well

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It had been a week since Louis came home. Harry thought things would have gotten better, but they didn't. Sure, he was more happy now that he was with Louis, but that didn't stop people at school from being mean to him or from Zayn bullying him.

Harry wasn't in school the day before, which meant he hadn't gotten the paper telling the students that they would be watching a movie the next day for an assembly about bullying and tolerance. And they didn't have a choice either, though if he had known what the movie was about he would have been forced by his mum to stay home.

The movie was about a girl, played by some girl the boy used to see when watching "Hannah Montana" with Gemma when he was small. It was a sad movie. Not one that would make you cry because two characters are in love, but one has to move away or something. No, one that's sad because of how true it is. How often it happens to people. And it makes you think. It makes you, and hopefully everyone, think about why people bully, or why people torture others in the first place.

It was called Cyberbully, and although the girl in it was bullied online and in school with only words and insults, while Harry suffered more physical bullying, he still understood. Mostly because his was worse, and it made him think back to year eight when that used to be him, only being hurt with words, which he could live through.

What really hit everyone in the face during the movie was when the girl tried to commit suicide. When the bullying and the torture had been enough. When she finally decided that life was not living anymore, and that no one would miss her when she was gone. Of course she was wrong and they all missed her even though she lived. It was wrong though, Harry thought. Because hell, as sad as it is people honestly do that all the time in real life and some people don't make it. The actress in the movie just got the good side of getting better.

The curly haired boy loved the movie. He thought it was sad, but he loved being able to connect with the character, and having the privilege to be able to think; I know how you feel. But then he also hated it. He hated that it was a happy ending. Hated that she gave up so easily when she could have lived through it. He had it worse than her, and he continue to struggle every damn day for years and she gave up in a matter of months. It wasn't fair.

Harry had eyes on him throughout the movie. Because people knew that he was bullied as well. Which made him think a thought that anyone would hate him for thinking.

He thought; if she gave up so easily in a short time then why can't I? I've gone through enough for so long. So why should I have to continue being beaten and messed with in the head by not only kids but my own mind as well. He had gone too long pretending to be okay, and pretending that everything was fine. It wasn't as if he wanted to be here. It wasn't as if he wanted to live anymore. He didn't. He just wanted to be at peace with the world, which wasn't where he currently was. He was in hell, suckish hell. And he honestly wanted out.

And that's why.

That's why Harry ran out of the classroom after the movie. And when he ran into Zayn and Sam, that's why he just stood there helplessly and let them beat him to pieces, until he was too battered and bruised to go back to class. So he went home. He went home and did it again. He brought the blade to his skin, and sliced new cuts and reopened some old ones and let himself bleed, painting a new picture, only the brush was a razor and the paper was his skin. He took a swig of the substance kept in the basement refrigerator, making him have to shake his head and blink away that slight fuzziness of the strong taste. Only one though, he didn't want to be drunk when he told everyone what was wrong and what was happening.