Broken

Chapter 8

Harry's pov
I sigh looking at my bandaged cuts that the paramedics had put on just a minute ago. Why did I do that? My mind is blank on the answer and I sigh again and look at Kylie who is still on the wooden floor sleeping.
  That was my fault. I probably had scared her to death.. My mind flashes to when I was a you d lad.
  "You're going to get burnt stop Harry!" Gemma my older sister says, as I look at the flame from the lighter in my hand.
  I touch it and scream I pain dropping the lighter that goes out before it clanks to the floor. I hold back tears as I look at my red finger.
  Gemma gets a wet cloth that stings as she puts pressure on my finger. I try to get away, but she holds me still.
  "Harry I just don't want you to get hurt.. Don't you understand..." She says, softly.
  I snap back to reality as Liam and Louis stand there looking at me.
"What?" I say, getting up and going over to the couch and sitting on it.
I feel their eyes peering at me and nerves prick my skin.
  They were only concerned, but I didn't need help.. At least I think I didn't. I hear Niall in the other room making a smoothie and I sigh.
I get up and go over to Kylie and carefully light her up into my arms.
Someone should really care enough to put her back in Nialls room.
  I stop in the doorway, looking in the room. I didn't feel like putting her in here though. I go down the other hallway to my open door and carefully lie her on my now made bed. I sigh and see the bag from the aquarium. I pick it up and take the stuffed dolphin out and smile. I carefully place it in Kylie's limp hands. A smile lines her face and she hugs it.
  This was what you did if you cared about a girl. You made sure that she was safe. You put yourself second. Something that I think Niall didn't get through his head sometimes. I look at her one last time before closing the door lightly and heading out to the living room again.
  Hours pass and I decide to go check on kylie. Niall still didn't know she was in my room. That's when I feel everything just fall apart inside. It was like pieces of glass with all the things I'd done wrong. Every little thing. Voices shout at me and I close the door to my room breathing heavily.
  I go over to my bed and grab a pillow putting it over my ears.
Just stop it head stop it!!! I think. I keep pressing it as it gets louder and louder. Until I hear a low yell. A yell of utter pain and suffering coming from my mouth. I feel someone's arms around me and I look to see Kylie.
  Tears fall down her face as I see her mouth move. She was probably trying to comfort me but I couldn't help but yell. Yell at everyone and everything. My hands shake and the pillow falls out of my hands as I sit on the bed trying to calm down.
  I had stopped yelling, but my breathing was fast like I was being pumped with adrenaline. So much that I couldn't think.
  "Harry, just listen to me. You need to just try and breathe slowly." Kylie says, her voice calming to a certain degree.
  My breathing doesn't slow as my heart beats out of my chest.
Where was it... I needed to get it...
I look at the desk, but don't see it.
I get up quickly and throw the drawers to the dresser. Frantically looking for it. It had to be here somewhere..
  I check my coat that was lazily hanging in the closet. The left pocket was empty as I try to check the right.
"Harry what are you looking for?" Kylie asks. Her voice was still far away.
Then I feel it against my left jean pocket. I put my hand in my pocket and dig out the blur of plastic. I put it to my mouth and inhale as my breathing slows back down.
  I place it on the desk and sit on the bed again. My inhaler was the only thing that helped slow down my breathing in these situations, but the pain was still there. Bleeding like an open cut inside my brain. The pain that would never go away. Unless... I stop that thought shaking it away.
  I look at Kylie's fearful eyes. It was one of those moments that I couldn't stop looking. Her left eye was still swollen and purple with a bruise from where I hit her. I still felt horrible about it. Could anything change that...
  I place my hand on her cheek lightly. Her words don't come to my ears as I lean in and kiss her. I didn't know any better. I thought that maybe if we were together maybe it would help the pain. It might at least lesson it.
  I hear the door open, but I don't pull away. Kylie puts her hand on my face stopping me. I look to see Niall his face shocked with hurt.
  "Niall I didn't--" I say, but he shakes his head and leaves the room as Kylie gets up and runs calling his name. All my pain comes rushing back and I fall on the bed letting my thoughts pierce my gash that only grew bigger and bigger as time wore on.....