You Can't Have Everything.

6 Hours Of Hell!

The next morning I got up to go to school. A place I absolutely hated to go. But I had no choice. I didn't bother to make a cup of tea for my self. I took a quick shower and got dressed in a white tank top and my blue skinny jeans. I looked at my reflection in the mirror. I looked like a sceleton. My legs were too thin. It looked as if it would snap anytime. Even through the tank top my rib cage was visible. Some girls at school call me a walking sceleton and some call me fat. I don't know why they call me these names. Melissa says it's because I stay silent and that I should punch them in the face. But she doesn't get it. Nobody gets ME. I wore my black hoodie to cover my ugliness and to be invisible and put my sneakers on.

I walked to school and went straight to my locker. I got called names a few times on my way to the locker but I just ignored them like I usualy do. I got my books and went to the class and sat on my usual spot next to the window at the back. I always come to school early hoping I wouldn't get called those horrid names. I stared out of the window; watching the trees sway to the wind and how the sunlight creeps through the trees. Suddenly the bell rang scaring the hell out of me; indicating that the 6 hours of hell has started. I had english the first period. All the students came in conversing with their friends and after a short while the teacher came. While we were getting ready for the lesson as usual Melissa came in late but she ignored the teacher and sprinted towards me with a worried look on her face. She opened her mouth to say something but she was cut off by the teacher telling her to go to her place which was a few tables away from me.

She looked at me every now and then as if she so badly wanted to tell me something. The teacher turned to the write something on the white board and as soon as he turned Melissa turned to me and mouthed 'He's here'. I gave her a confused look and before she could answer me we were interupted by someone excusing the teacher. I looked at who it was and I just couldn't believe my eyes. It was that guy. The curly haired guy. I looked at Melissa who shook her head to tell me that she was talking about him. I looked back at the guy who was now staring at me. "Oh! Harry Styles?" the teacher asked the guy and he nodded. Okay... Atleast now I know his name.. "Derek, give your seat to the new student and go to the back" the teacher commanded Derek pointing to the seat next to me. Harry sat on were Derek was sitting previously and Derek walked over to the seat next to me and before he sat he didn't forget to call me walking skeleton that earned a few laughs from the others near us. I just looked down at my lap without saying a word. "Shut up shit head!" I heard Melissa yell Derek who just grunted in response. Melissa was the fiesty one in the class so no one realy debated with her. I looked up and mouthed 'thank you' to Melissa. She gave me a sympethetic smile in response. Then I saw Harry giving Derek death glares. He looked so scary. His hands were fisted and his jaw was clenched. He looked away still wearing his angry look on his face. Every minute felt like hours. I so badly wanted to get out of here. To get away from him.

Finaly the bell rang indicating that the period was over. I soon grabbed my books and sprinted towards the school carpark. The perfect place to hide. I sat under the huge old tree trying to calm down. I was so scared of him. He said he wouldn't hurt me but I can't trust him. I want to but I just can't.

It was so silent since it's still school hours. I suddenly heard footsteps coming towards where I was. I poked my head a little to see who it was. It was Harry and he just saw me. I stood up grabbing my books and tried to runaway but I wasn't fast enough. He pulled me by my forearms and I hugged my books closer to my chest as if it would help me to defend my self. I started breathing rapidly. He was so close to me. He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. "You okay?" he asked. I didn't answer. No word could be formed. I closed my eyes tight just wanting to dissapear. "Open your eyes" he ordered just like last night. But this time I didn't hesitate. I opened my eyes to find a pair of piercing green eyes. I was shaking with fear. "C'mon answer me" He ordered. "I-I'm o-okay." I stuttered. "Why did you runaway?" He asked in a very soft voice which calmed me down a bit. "I-I was scared" I was on the werge of tears now. "Of me?" he asked which I didn't answer to. I just looked down. If I said no will he beat me? Or if I say yes will he take advantage of it? I don't know what the answer should be.

He sighed letting go of my arms. "You shouldn't be scared of me. I told you I won't hurt you and I need you to trust me." trust him? I barely even know him. I nodded still looking at the ground. "Do you want to go back?" He asked putting his hands in his pockets. Yes. I want to go back. I want to go back in time and make everything better. But I can't. A tear rolled down my cheek. I forgot that Harry was still here. Normally he would've ordered me to answer him. But instead, he wiped the tear from his rough finger tips without saying a word. He sighed and turned around to walk away when I decided to answer his question. "I'm going back to class." He instantly turned around wearing a suprised look on his face. Even I was suprised that I didn't stutter.

"Let's go then" he said while bringing his arm around my back. We walked for five minutes until we reached the school. "What do you have next?" he asked turning around to face me. "Art." I simply replied in my usual low voice. "Didn't know you could draw." He said with a suprised look on his face. "There is a lot you don't know.." I mumbled for only me to here while hugging my books to my chest and keeping my head down. Hopefully he didn't hear what I said. "I'll see you after school." he said walking away leaving me in the middle of the hallway.

I entered the class room and everyones attention was on me. Which I hated. I excused the teacher and went over to my usual spot, which was in the back. I took the pencil in my hand ready to draw and looked at the chalkboard, where the theme of the art was written. Just as I saw the theme written in white, I froze and the pencil fell from my fingers. 'The memory you cannot forget' what was I suppose to draw. Someone beating me? "Is there a problem Miss Henderson?" the teacher asked scaring the hell out of me. I just shook my head and took a deep breath. I had no choice but to draw something. The image of him beating me was the only thing in my mind. So I finally decided that I should draw it.

I drew it. The memory I cannot forget. A picture of a man beating a girl. I shaded it with the pencil since I didn't have time to paint it. The bell rang and without bothering to write my name in the paper, I handed it to the teacher.

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