Scars (H.S. au)

11

I was woken up by the ringing of my alarm. I groaned as I stretched my hand out to shut it off. It felt like I had only been sleeping for about 15 minutes. Seeing as my parents had left, I had set the alarm 15 minutes earlier than usual. I thought I might need more time to make my breakfast, lock the doors, clean my bedroom and the kitchen as my mom wasn't here to fulfil these small tasks like usual. Okay maybe I didn't really have to all those things, I mean I usually just grabbed an apple for breakfast.. 

It was Monday again and I certainly wasn't looking forward to it. 

I pushed myself out of bed after a minute or two before I could have dozed off again. I brushed my teeth, skipping the shower as I had already showered last night before sleeping. Next I combed through my hair getting rid of all the knots formed overnight in my damp hair. I chose to pull it all up in a neat bun, tugging out some hair at the end to make it look effortless, yet cute. I wore my jeans that reached just a bit lower than my knees with a light blue full-sleeved, lose fitting shirt. I covered my bruises with concealer and applied a little make up; mascara and gloss. I finished up my look by wearing the few wristbands that covered my scars.

I flung my bag over my shoulder and cascaded down the stairs. I had enough time so I decided to make myself some good and proper breakfast. I cracked two eggs in the pan and scrambled them, switching to making my toast in the meantime. 

Once that was done and I had eaten, there were still about ten minutes left for me till I had to leave. I mentally cursed myself for panicking and waking up so early. I took a seat on the couch in the living room to pass the time. Last evening's events flashed back in my mind. 

The text. 

I couldn't get Harry sometimes. Why was he so mean and rude to me? The words 'mean' and 'rude' are actually a big understatement. His attitude towards me was beyond that and I couldn't take it anymore. Why did he have to make my life miserable? I mean from beings friends to good friends to best friends to being in a relationship and then not even having a proper breakup before he just transformed into this monster also known as my bully. 

Okay, if he didn't like me, he didn't have to be my friend or if he started disliking me when we were together, he could've just broke things off. I mean, sure I would have been really very sad that the person I loved didn't like me anymore, but atleast I would've gotten over it eventually. No one forced him to be with me. 

After reading the text for about a hundred times I went into another one of my trances where my mind wouldn't stop thinking. It got to the point where I got a severe headache and I decided to finally take a pain killer for it. 

Who was Harry to think he could control me? He had absolutely no right to tell me what to do and what not to do. I am full well capable of making my own decisions and if I wanted to be friends with Nathan then I would be, and nothing could stop me. I was still, however, terrified of what Harry might do; he obviously wouldn't take it lightly and I'd have to face a lot of beating. But I managed to think and tell myself that I would stop him from doing so. I wasn't very sure but I could try. I do not want to be the 'weak' girl anymore. 

In no time the ten or so minutes came to an end and I sprinted out the door into my car locking the front door as I did. I was already missing my parents.