"She Is Mine."

5

Allison's POV:

Saturday,
17:56p.m.

"No! All you guys care about is him! Do you ever come to me and ask if I'm doing okay? Doing fine at school? No! Because all YOU care about is Harry!"

I hissed at them bitterly, pure shock spread accross their faces as I stomped up to my room. On the way up, I see Harry sitting down on the stairs looking rather sad. "Allie-" I glare at him. "Don't even talk to me." I walk into my room furious and slam the door behind me.

"Allison, please let's talk." I hear Harry pleading infront of my door. "Go away! You ruin my life! Ever since you came, I've been a ghost to mom and dad! You're all they care about!" I yelled, tears staining my cheeks.

I hear a soft bang on my wooden door, I can imagine Harry sitting down on the floor with his back faced against my door and head probably in his palms.

"I'm sorry, Allison-" his voice cracks. "You can't make it better. Just, go." The weight of him is released from my door and I hear him walking into his room.

harrycollins : allie, can we pls talk? i'm sorry ok :(

allisonnn : no harry, it's not ur fault. it's mom and dad's. i'm sorry too :)

harrycollins : no bc of me, you're never getting any attention at all. i hate myself.

allisonnn : no har, it's really not ur fault. don't hate yourself, u're amazing ok <3

harrycollins : thank you, big sister.

allisonnn : u're welcome :D

allisonnn logged off.

I sigh, I shouldn't be blaming Harry for this. He's just an innocent 10 year old that wants to make his sister happy.

Sighing, I grab my iPod and shove it in my pocket before grabbing a branch of the tree right next to my window. Hoisting myself up, I jumped from each branch to another, and finally reaching the roof.

I sit comfortably up on the roof while Disconnected blasts into my ear. Blocking out reality by music, I close my eyes and slowly lean on the roof.

I've been doing this for years now ; climbing to the roof. Just to escape from the world.

Looking down at the scenery, a black car suddenly stops. Right infront of our house. Holy crap. Is it a thief? A gangster? Then suddenly a familiar face gets out of the car. Oh shit, it's Zackary,

The creep.

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hi guys :)

we reached 100+ reads like holy crap.

i found out about it yesterday but i was too lazy to do anything, but hey at least i did it in the end! plus, it's the work that counts, right?

but on a serious note though,

THANK YOU OMG!

i remember only having 75 reads like on monday, then BOOM yesterday we reached 128 reads!

once again, thank you all so much!

ilya, byeee.

much love,

-elsa