Her Tragic Memory ( Harry Styles Fan-fic)

*Chapter 5

When I woke up the saw I was still laying on the bathroom floor with my blood coating the tiles.

I just thought wow not even one person came to check on me to see if I'm okay that's just great.

I picked myself off of the floor and cleaned up the blood and brush my teeth. I went to my room to see that it was 6 in the morning. Time to get ready for school with selfish and conceited kids who think the world is all about them.

I change into jeans that I got from goodwill and just a black plain t-shirt with the beaten up converse that I wear everyday. Along with my green cast on my right leg. I was able to get the bandages off of my head and stomach so that helps with the struggles I go through everyday.

I rush down stairs as fast as I can with this cast so I can make breakfast for the devil family. I make eggs, bacon, and pancakes like I do everyday. I'm practically their maid, why would you adopt a child and not actually care for them?

I make a plate and hide for myself just in case they take it from me. If you haven't noticed they like to stave me around here so I have to conceal my food in order to eat.

When I done it's 6:47 and I see that my foster brother Brady has came downstairs and takes a seat. He's actually the nicest person to me besides Harry Styles and that's appalling considering his family are satans cousins. I mean he's never really talked to me before but that's actually the best reaction towards me that I've ever gotten apart from Harry.

"Are you okay?" He says in the quietest voice that I wasn't even sure he said a word.

"Yeah just a little bruised up." I whisper back with a forced laugh.

After that it's just complete silence until the rest of the devil family comes down.

"So how was the time In the hospital... did you almost die?" Says Crystal with humor while blinking her eyes.

"I wish."

"Oh so you wanna die... that can be arranged." she walks towards me slowly cracking her knuckles.

The way i look at it is I have two options take the hits or run for my life.

You're damn straight I ran.

I dodged her in the Kitchen and straight for the front door with my book bag as fast as I could. You don't understand how much pain I was in because of my foot but I did it anyway.

It's like life or death. I mean I wanna die but I want to die on my own terms so people see what I went through everyday of my life wishing someone was there to help me.

I walk to school and see that's it's 7:03, I might as well read my book while I wait, not like there's anything to do but hide.
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Finally it's the end of the school day and I made it through without any complications. Not Blair, my "sister" or even Harry.

I'd be lying if I didn't say I think about Harry sometimes. He seems like a genuinely nice person and the only one to care for me in a long time.

My thoughts were interrupted by Isabella jumping in my view at the side of the school building. I usually wait here so I don't trampled or ambushed by any pissed off girls.

"Hey, What you waitin here for??" She questions.

"Waiting for the crowd of kids to leave so I can at least try to get home safely."

"Ohhh... well you wanna go shopping?"

"I don't have any money to do that... if you haven't noticed by the way I dress." I answer her.

"Oh I've noticed... but anyway that's why we're going to get you a new wardrobe." she happily claps.

"No I can't have you spending money on me."

"Please."

"No."

"Please." she says louder.

"No."

"PLEASE!!!"

"NO."

"I'll scream." She challenges me

"No you won't." I doubt

"Really?... AHHHH----"

I cut her off by putting my hand on her mouth to shut her up.
"OKAY!!!"

I let her go and she skips to her car dragging me with her.

"This is gonna be the best day EVER!" She exclaims.

More like the worst day EVER!!