Sanity

Chapter Sixteen

Meanwhile in another part of the area a group of people gathered wondering what was the next thing they would have to do for the almighty  Harry Styles. The Amin reason they worked for him was so they could get unlimited access into his most desirable club. Popular worldwide among men. Popular for all the wrong reasons. Exploiting women being only one. Harry was worshipped by all. Everyone knew who he was and had great fear of him. He was crafted like an angel but had the intentions of the Devil. He had evil running through his blood and at the time she was blinded by his simple affections towards her to notice that. He was after all the only person to show any sort of interest in her.

Maisys POV

I woke up sweating, all sticky and clammy and in a panicked state. The same dream still haunting me. I grew agitated in the strong hold he had on me. He started to shuffle in his sleep and the hope I once had vanished as his eyes opened. He sucked me in with his blazing eyes, they never failed to amaze me, I kept taking glances hoping he wouldn't notice and call me out. He started to move under me but I was frozen, I couldn't even formulate a sentence. His eyebrows furrowed as I tried to complete a sentence.

"Why are you awake?"

I couldn't answer so I simply just shrugged my shoulders. He seemed to have took my speaking problem the wrong way as he asked "Why are you giving me the silent treatment?" I didn't answer I simply let out a huff and lay back down into his arms. He didn't seem to mind, well so I thought.

"I don't cope well with brats who sulk and refuse to excel in their vocabulary."

I grew more aggravated and sat up again, I looked at him and noticed his lip piercing missing as well as his eyebrow one. I thought for a minute or so if I should question it and decided to go against it, it really isn't my business and would most likely cause him to kick off and I wasn't prepared for war just yet.

I decided to ignore him and shoved my body straight into him, in a body slam motion. I nuzzled my face into his neck, trying my hardest not to kick off, the anger inside me grew deep and at this point I felt like I was penetrating it. His arms rested by his sides as he grew stiff I knew it was a bad move on my behalf as I felt his fists clench.

I gritted my teeth together and pretended to be asleep, attempting to make my breathing come out in ragged breaths.

According to him, I wasn't very good at it.

"Stop pretending to be asleep, I can almost taste the anger within you." He didn't sound the least bit amused but I didn't care I was beyond pissed, as was he.

"Why can't you just let me be!" I didn't raise my voice nor did I mumble it I said it in a normal way but he didn't get the vibe.

"Oh you're speaking now. What do you have bi polar as well as all that crazy other shit?"

I was speechless as he delivered the last pang of hurt I needed. I got up and yanked myself out of his grip, as I forced the tears back, I realised that this man would never understand what was happening to me. He would never hold me while I was having a bad day or ensure his friends that I was perfectly stable in his eyes. I thought I was numb to pain, but boy was I wrong. He appeared behind me and grabbed my arm to try and get me to face him but I refused.

"Look I didn't throughly mean what I said, I understand you have problems, but I really can't deal with you right now."

"I want to leave." I muttered almost silently under my breath l. He heard and I know he heard cause he simply shook his head. I didn't want to fight him at this point I was drained. I needed to renew my happiness cause it ran out a long time ago. I was sick and I knew that. I knew I needed help but not the kinda help you can buy, or that is given out of sympathy. Proper help. I just didn't know where to find it.

Over the past few days I almost forgot my main mission and I didn't have enough energy left to count my calories as I gazed down at my body I realised I had put on a large amount of weight. I went through fazes of forever hating my body. I encrusted my body with marks, scars that at that time did not represent me but that's all the vast amount of councillors saw. I became addicted to encrusting lines of pain on my arms. An addiction that I so badly craved to stop.

I wiggled my legs and watched as the fat on my thighs jiggled, they touched. I grew frustrated with myself, I worked hard for my boney figure and now, now, it's no where to be found. I was angry, angry at him, and also myself.

"My names Harry." I grew confused.

"What?" I said, harshly.

"I said my names Harry."

I didn't understand why he was stating this at a moment like this. A moment were his name is completely irrelevant. Maybe his comments hurt more because he was basically anonymous to me. I wasn't envisioning him saying it I was envisioning myself saying it. It might not make sense to anyone else but it made perfect sense to me.

"I already know all about you, little Miss Maisy."

"H-how?" I swallowed half way through.

"I have connections everywhere sweetheart. Now come along and go to sleep." He pulled me by my arm, back to the seat and he sat down, he pulled me, straight down onto his lap and out of instinct my face nuzzled into his neck. He froze but quickly regained himself by swinging his arm over my body.

Authors note

I am in no way trying to glamorise mental illnesses nor am I trying to promote them, I just felt that no body really wrote about the true impact of mental illnesses.  Eventually it's going to be mentioned the true impact of all of these illnesses. Especially cause trust me it isn't always a skinny girl with a thigh gap, anyone can have an eating disorder. I still can't believe I have 1k reads. For some reason this wasn't publishing so if you can see this chapter could you please comment saying that you can 💖

All the f in love.