Chapter 15-
**(TALK OF SELF-HARM, YOU WERE WARNED)**
(Anna’s POV)
Everyone sat awkwardly looking between me and Kaitlyn watching out every move, so if one of us moved to attack they could try and prevent it.
Key word; TRY.
“What’s up, slut?” I asked Kaitlyn casually. She grinned like a Cheshire cat and shrugged, leaned back into Harry’s arm.
“I dunno slag, I thought you’d be gone by now.” She said sipping some of Harry’s water. “Piece of trash.” She said under her breath as I leaned back into Niall.
“Talking to yourself again? You may want to get that checked out by a doctor something, people may think you’re not only dumb and plastic, they may think you’re crazy too.” I said acting as if we were normally conversing, I watched as her mouth twitched and she set down the glass of water. The room still eerily silent watching everything we did like zoo animals.
“You know, at least I’m not some stray dog they found and felt like adopting into the household.” Kaitlyn said waiting for me to crack. It’s not happening if that’s what you’re waiting for too. I smiled genuinely and rested my head on Ni’s arm.
“At least I’m pretty. What happened to you? Crayola gang bang your face? Get into a wrestling match with a weed whacker? Not looking too good love.” I said and watched her crumble. She angrily shrieked and threw water on me.
“At least I’m not a wet dog like you!” She screamed out, “Harry let’s go.” With that she left, dragging Haz behind her.
“Wow, I come home to a show! Thanks guys!” Niall joked as everyone laughed the tension still in the air as I sat there still a little shocked from the impact of the water. “You still look beautiful so don’t worry about it.” Ni said and kissed my temple as everyone went back to the way it was before. I snuggled into his shoulder as Lou and Danielle went against each other in Mario Kart. Watching them go at it and listening to everyone cheer on the person they’d rather win was nice, still not the whole group was together. It’s depressing but at the same time slightly nice. Harry’s been weird since I saw him again, and well…yeah.
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I dozed off somewhere in the second round of Lou and Dani Kart-off. But woke up in the middle of the night rushing to the bathroom from nausea. I felt my hair being brushed back and tied into a floppy bun; the person’s soothing hand was rubbing circles on my back and softly telling me it’s alright. It brought back memories I would rather not relive. I sat up and leaned against the tub on the other side of the bathroom and just relaxed.
“You okay Anna?” I turned and saw Danielle sitting on the floor next to where I sat. She was wearing a sad smile and looked as if she genuinely cared.
“I don’t know. It’s like I’m a young teen with bulimia again.” I said hoarsely, so it came out barely a whisper. Dani looked even sadder-if possible-and scooted closer to me. I felt hot tears trail down my cheek as she pulled my head into her shoulder. “I don’t know, when I was younger I did bad things, I had no friends but Harry. And when Harry left the bad things got worse and nobody was there to help. I got into self-harm and such but for years I was bulimic or anorexic. I guess things started looking better when I got out of school for good and got this job but I don’t know what’s happening. I just don’t know.” I sobbed into her shoulder. This is probably the only time I’ve ever hung out with Danielle one-on-one but she was a great listener, that’s what I can take from that experience.
“If you self-harmed, where are your cuts?” She whispered, I pulled away from her to show her the cuts on my thighs and stomach, on the insides of my forearms and the burns. I sat back down and she held me while I cried and explained everything. My life is such a sob story sometimes, I don’t know what’s going to happen from here but Niall just got back so I really hope it gets better from here, not worse.
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