Love Within Scars

Chapter 4

Caroline's POV

Harry pulled his car in front of my house and I was distracted a little that he had to tap on my arm to snap my mind out of my strange thoughts.

I mean why would he want to know whether I have a boyfriend or not?

Am I that ugly that he feels pity towards me? Or is it the curiosity that crept inside of him to see the truth between the rumors that never ceased about about me...

But guess what? Rumor has it! I am a single girl who never had a serious relationship because of her fucked-up feelings for this devil yet handsome guy that is sitting beside me.

Don't forget he asked you about going out to party with him!

I was puzzled. That would be a dream come true but unfortunately tomorrow me and my dad are going to visit mom at the hospital. It is our routine. She has been in a coma for a year and only few people knew about it.

Actually, when I think about it, it seems that only my family, Katie and Sandie knew about the incident and it is fine by me because I am pretty sure no one would have cared enough to ask me about my brusque absence for about a whole month at school at the exception of my two bestfriends.

I smiled at the guy looking at my eyes searching for the reason that I kept being silent, opened the door of his fancy car but before I could get out he tugged at my arm and turning me directly in front of him so his face was only inches from mine and his green and daydream eyes were locked on my hazel ones.

My cheeks reddened and my palms were sweating. The air around us became heavy and his cologne made it hard for me to breathe and to focus on this situation.

The look on his face was unreadable but he whispered

- I really hope going out with you to this party. His breath sent goosebumps down my spine and I responded breathless

- I should probably go.. bye!

I strode out of his car with his intoxicating scent and dreamy voice. His  eyes kept creeping in my thoughts as I struggled to open my house's door.

I slammed it shut hard, leaned on it and slide my back down to sit in the cold floor where I hugged tightly my knees and started to sob uncontrollably.

Why is this happening to me? Why would he want to go out badly with me? And why on earth it has to be the day that I am supposed to meet the person that counts so much to me in the hospital?

Life is cruel, I am convinced but some time off would be appreciated. I wish I was in the coma instead of my mother...

Why it had to be her when I can gladly slip into her place and help others into trying to get rid of me. If that car was on the left side of ours, it would have hit my side, I would have welcomed the injuries, crouched peaceflly into one of the hospitals'beds and enjoyed the simple but affectionate family gatherings around me everyweek and the smell of the roses they would bring for me.

They would buy me flowers, post cards filled with warm-hearted words wishing for me to get up soon instead.

Dark thoughts kept swivering into my mind until there was no tears to shed. I got up on shaky legs and went to my room lifelessly. I searched the house and got sure that I am totally alone. I am more than grateful to find that my father is not at home, that means he is still working.

Perfect timing

I snatched my favourite weapon to forget all this pain. I went to the bathroom, tossed my jeans aside and took the blade out of its fancy pocket. the light projected on this little metal thing blinding me for a second but after my eyesight adapted, I started tracing lines on my thights.

Skin opened, blood shed but I still feel numb. So I put more force into the blade on my skin and welcomed the pain happilly.

Lately, this method has been the only thing that kept me sain. I kept cutting my body for a long time forming long lines that were close to each other to increase the pain.

I can still tell that the cutting of last time was still healing but it didn't stop me to recut myself on these spots. When I started seeing blurry around me, I rested my headed on the concrete wall breathing evenl.

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Hello guys! This is my first time writing a story or anything about cutting. I hope that it wasn't irrealistic or too offensive. Don't forget to watch the video because it is really an amazing song and it always empowers me.

Soooo what do you think? Do you think cutting is a good solution to relive pain or not? What will happen to Caroline? To harry?

Also, a new charachter appeared... HER MOTHER... What do you think sill happen to her?

Please vote and comment. Don't be shy I don't bite *battle eyelashes*

XOXO.