Bethany's POV
I was staring down at the freshly bleeding scar. It did not hurt anymore. I was used to it. It was nice to feel. Every insult I got every day encouraged me every day. The loud sound of silence helped me along. And one of the major role played on the bruises on rest of my body was by him. Harry Styles.
His name made me puke. He always picked on me, mentally harassed me. But it did not hurt anymore. I just came home, gave myself a cut and ate anti depressants. They were the pills of fake happiness.
That was it. I had lost all my interest in studing, all because of him. It was my senior year thank God I will get out of this hell hole soon.
Sigh.
I got out of the washroom after having my daily dose of cuts.
I wrapped a band aid aroung my wrist and wore a ton of bracelets over it so no one can further judge me. I quickly wore a black long sleeved shirt to cover my arms. I looked in my mirror looking at my face. I was ugly. I was worthless.
They all are right. I sat in my lounge looking out the window. I saw a moving truck pulling up in the house next to me. Huh, I guess I will have new neighbours soon. I hope they will be nice.
Harry's POV
I think I shouldn't go to school tomorrow. Like I have to settle in my new house. Yeah that is a good idea. Well, good luck for her she won't get a beating tomorrow.
The first truck has gone I should pay a visit to my new neighbours, I guess.
