Hariana Imagines

Bully (Part 2)

-Trigger warning-

I went towards the janitor's room, and looked for the one thing I hid in here for months of thinking this through. My shaky hands grabbed the rope, my mind fighting to think whether if this is the best idea.

I made my way out of the small room, and walked over to the restroom once again. I looked at myself in the mirror, blood stains covering the top of my knitted sweaters and fingers. After I washed my hands, I paced around the room, looking at the clock every minute.

"You piece of shit"

"You're useless, nobody would care if you died"

"Maybe if you weren't so ugly, your parents would care about you."

"Please dissapear, nobody wants you here anyway."

"I would cry every night if I looked like that."

"Just go kill yourself already"

I felt like my heart was going to jump out of my chest. These thoughts are making me go crazy, and I just don't want to do this anymore.

I slid down the wall, tears flooding my vision.

Why me?

I just bother people with a simple glance, and I'm clearly unwanted.

I knew my family would always blame me for everything. For my sister's death, for my brother running away, for everyone to hate on me, it would always be my fault.

Every punch, ever kick, every slap, I deserved it.

I tugged at my hair as I thought of all the time my father had hit me and said how I was the cause of him being like that, even though I knew I wasn't at the time, it still hurt.

Harry would always tell me how I should've switched schools, so he wouldn't have to see my hideous annoying self everyday.

He always tells me how nobody could love me, or how nobody would care about me, and that I would die alone and nobody there to care about me when I did.

He's right, I am alone, nobody cares now, nobody will care later.

My body shook with sobs as I angrily took my glasses off my face and threw them to the other side of the room, hugging my knees as I continued to let everything go.

Harry POV

"Yes, Harry you can go to the restroom."

'I was going to go either way, you ass of a teacher.' I thought to myself as I stood up and made my way out of the classroom.

Once I started to walk to the restroom, I almost tripped over something.

I looked down as saw her stuff scattered around the floor.

I sighed, putting everything in her bag again. I put in a blue shirt that smelled just like her, strawberries and vanilla. I smiled at the scent of her, angelic and innocent, just like her. I took a hold of the notebook that was inches away from me, the front having nothing on it.

I furrowed my eyebrows as I saw pages filled with different sketches of a girl crying. I kept flipping through the pages, until I stumbled on one that had words scribbled down.

"Only another suicide.
Only another suicide.
Only?
No, I'm not the only."

And in cursive writing, it read, "This is the end for me."

My breath hitched in my throat, as I saw small drops of blood on the floor lead to the girl's restroom. I wasted no time in running in there and finding her small figure in a ball on the floor, a rope laying beside her.

My eyes widened, how could she even think of doing this?

My angel.

My everything.

I wrapped my arms tightly around her as she tried reaching for the rope, entwining my hands with hers, at least I tried to.

She looked up at me in fear, and her chocolate brown eyes that were currently red, squinted as she saw me.

"Get away from me."

"Ariana, I-"

"Get away from me!"

She angrily grabbed the rope, and tied it to one of the stalls.

"Ariana, stop that!"

I stood up as she grabbed the knot and put her head through the loop.

I quickly ran to her, and pulled her away, as her small hands tried to pry me off of her. I only held her tighter.

"What the hell is wrong with you!" she cried out loud.

"You should have let me done this! You bastard! Just stop making my life any worse and let me do this one thing that will make everyone happy." she whispered the last part, ad her voice cracked.

Tears started to form at my eyes, hearing herself mumble disgusting words to herself.

"Stop it, please." she looked at me with tears streaming down her face, pounding on my chest.

"I hate you, I hate you so much." her voice cracked again, making my heart ache more.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, angel. You mean everything to me, and I would be nothing without you here. I love you, so, so, much." I cried in her chest, quietly saying the last part.

Her body froze as I said it, letting me know that she heard everything.

"Why do you do this? Why do you hurt me so much." she quietly spoke.

"I don't know, I just do because I know you would never love a guy like me."

She sighed, letting me hold her hands in mine. I smiled as she leaned closer to me.

"I hate you so, so much." she spoke.

"I love you." I kept the smile on my face as I heard the unsure tone to her voice.

"Asshole." I chuckled as she mumbled the words.

I loved her so much, knowing she almost left me made me feel some type of way. I knew it would take a long time for her to feel the same way, but I just need to know she would try. I couldn't live without her, I'd be nothing without her.

Absolutely nothing.

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AN: Sorry if this sucked, I'll be updating more often so yaya. (^.^)