Chapter 9

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Well. So that just happened. I haven't had a bath for a few days I have blood all over me. I walked closer towards my house and all the anger returned. I barged through the door with a wince And a click and fell to the floor.
The house was empty. There was a few bits of food and drink but everywhere were empty. My parents left me. I sighed. It's a bit obvious no one wants me , but I thought I was loved before . did I let something bad slowly slip out of my mouth , is it just me because you know I'll happily go.
I just want some affection , someone who cares. I wonder how Simons doing .

SIMONS POV.
I felt holly smile as I kissed her.
She looked cute when she smiled but now , you never see it.
"What the fuck " I turn to the door to see harry.

Fuck FUck fuck fuck. .
He clenched his fist. I looked over to holly who looked as if she was going to cry. He also looked at her. I couldn't let him do this.
"Please it isn't her fault I just wanted her to feel like something worth . please don't hit her. Hit me " and before I know it I hear a scream from holly and harry charged at me already and now punched me twice in the stomach. I fell to the ground. Ouch it really hurts. Holly made a run for it. I don't know where but she headed upstairs and harry ran after her. I coughed up blood and just lay there for a while.

I heard slight voices in my cackled mind.
I couldn't let him hurt her.
She's weak already man.
I used my hands as transport and dragged myself into the hallway and up the stairs.
I stared at the scene. Blood. Everywhere. Then before we know it holly falls on to the floor.
I cover my mouth. Is she dead.

We all shouted at harry.
"Why " we all say.
"It was an accident. i didn't mean too " he faintly says with a tear trickling down his cheek.
Holly shuffled around and woke up. Harry hugged her. She immediately pulled away. Her ex. He had been the one pushing her to the floor. We had no choice.

She flinched then when she had the chance she ran. Out of the bathroom and the only trace we had left was her blood curtained on the floor.

"I I .... " Harry mumbled.
"I need to get her " he said after.
"No. She doesn't want you there. We've broke her. She didn't want to be here. She didn't want to be in the world" I say wiping the blood from my mouth .
" I miss her si " harry cried.
"It's your fault. you slept with her best friend. " I replied with the anger slowly building.
"I was mad. She started talking to jack " he said.
Jack was the boy that no one liked. Holly only said hi to him.
"But harry. We almost killed her. " I say and start to cry.

Hollys POV
I crawled up the stairs and looked at the state of it. All my things were broke and my parents room was empty.
I honestly couldn't care. I put my phone on charge somehow that was all that wasn't broken or took from my room.
I wonder if every other kid suffers worse than me.
I ran the taps and looked at myself in the mirror. I started to cry. I looked so ugly when I cried. But I looked ugly when I smiled. I looked ugly full stop.
I stripped down. The fresh cuts from earlier were cut wide open. I let the cold tap run by itself.

I took one step in the bath and it stung. But it was cold. I slowly sat in and put my legs into my chest and sobbed.
I shaved my legs but it cut open every single cut on them making me cry even more. The water turned a electrifying red . It took me a few minutes to return the world and I got out , cleaning the bath after.
The blood dripped down my leg I dried the blood with the tissue . I used a whole roll .
Why. There were scars everywhere.
I didn't care . from now. Maybe when I'm gone it'll hurt me. Then after a few days everyone will continue living thier 'nice' lives. Better than mine anyway.
I got dried. I examined my body and smiled. I will get through this.

I got dressed in my burgundy sweater with some old ripped black jeans.
I was desperately hungry I started to chew my finger softly.
It started to hurt so I stopped and thought till I realised I have all my scars up money from my birthdays that my mum and dad would try to steal but I hid it up there and never got to spend it.
I pulled the lid thing down and the stairs folded out and I pulled my self up them.
I rummaged through the old draws and eventually I found my money. I brushed the dust off my jeans and sweater and climbed down the stairs.
Time to get something to eat 😏

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