Hey guys it's me this part is very sensitive and what I am saying in my section relates to me so please be cautious and extra respectful. I take this all very seriously. I feel like this is my strongest and most personal imagine I've ever written, please be respectful.
Seriously, how weak are you? You thought to yourself. You were in your room, alone and dark, crying on your bed. You had depression and other things going on. You were crying again because you were so upset and tired with everything. Everything.
You heard Harry unlock the door so you tried shutting up. You ran to your closet and sneakily closed the door, hoping he wouldn't hear. "Naya?" he called. "Are you okay?" He asked concerningly. "I bought you some things." He said, as you heard him put the stuff on the counter.
"Naya, you're worrying me sweetie, c'mon please, I'm worried." Harry said, climbing up the stairs.
"Naya?" He asked, entering your room. "You in here sweetie? I just want to talk to you, please, c'mon out don't hide from me."
You hiccuped, and started to cry again, putting your hand over your mouth and trying to hide deeper in the closet. You held your breathe trying to wait until Harry left. However, as you thought, he heard you and started slowly walking to the closet. Nononono... you thought as you heard Harry come closer.
Harry opened the door "No!" you screamed.
"Naya...am I...bothering you?" Harry asked, hurt by this.
"No Har-." you hiccuped again.
"I guess I should just leave then." Harry said dejected.
"NO! No,no,no, Harry." you burst into tears, sobbing. You tried to get up but your legs fell beneath you. "Harry please, no, DON'T...don't leave me...please." you whispered, crying.
Harry, at the door, turned around, and walked back up to you, slowly. He kneeled down in front of you and extended his arms. "Come here baby, it's okay." Harry gently cooed. You hugged Harry, grabbing him for dear life, but hiccuping and gasping, trying to control your cries. "Its okay Naya, honey, it's okay, I'm here, I've got you, you can cry, let it all out sweetie." Harry comforted, making you sob into his chest.
He was so warm, and so protective. His arms were your home, where you belong. His cologne smelled so good. Being in his arms and him cooing you, calming you down by whispering stuff such as "Its okay." "I've got you." "You're alright."
The two of you just stayed in that hug until you eventually calmed down and your breathing gradually relaxed. Harry loosened his grip on you so he could talk to you eye to eye. "Now Naya." He said relaxingly. "What's wrong?"
You shook your head, and looked away from him, tears forming in your eyes again. From the corner of your eye you saw him move towards you, and you tried to get up, but Harry caught your right hand in his hands and slowly lowered you back down until you were on the ground away. You didn't want to fight or resist him anymore. "Naya, you know you can tell me everything, right?"
"Well..." you replied slowly. "Yeah but-"
"No buts Naya. C'mon Nay, you have to tell me, I care about you, please."
You paused, looking at the ground, readying yourself for what you were about to say. "Harry, I have depression. Not just depression, but other things going on... I just a, so tired and miserable and I just want it to stop." you said, your vision blurring up. "I don't want to be in pain anymore. Nobody thinks I'm hurt because they only see what's on the outside. Nobody asks me if I'm okay, or nobody listens to what I say. And why should they? I'm useless, and stupid and flawed. I'll never be anything special, I'm not like everyone else. I'm not normal. I was born different from every normal being. When I tell people my dreams, they laugh, and tell me the truth, what I need to hear. They tell me "You'll never be a famous singer or actress." or "Yeah,good luck with that." or something else or along the lines of that. I've been bullied by almost everyone for everything about me. Being stupid, ugly, a bitch, slut, whore, loner, etc. Even being called things I'm not like selfish, rude, etc. I have so many insecurities, flaws, but everyone thinks I'm perfect and I don't understand how. Perfect at being a freak I guess. A screwball. A messup. I haven't been okay lately, or at all, and people don't notice or care about that. The ones that do try to cheer me up, but me being so negative or saying what is reality they end up stop trying to cheer me up because they know I'm a lost cause. I'm so stubborn...I've been bullied ever since 6th grade and at the time being, I had just gotten into my depression, having lost my best friend in the whole universe and a couple others near and dear to me. I have bad habits such as being negative to myself about anything, isolating myself more and more, hitting myself when I say or do something wrong. But you know what they say. "Life is life. Enjoy it." How am I to enjoy it if I have nothing to enjoy. Dreams are just false inhibitions and hard work gets you nothing. That's what I learned, and that's my quote."
Harry, silent, taking this all in. "Well Naya... I don't know what to tell you since you've already heard it all from everyone and to you it's just sympathy and nobody actually cares. I am so so sorry. Truly I am. We're both suffering, and we both need help. I'll try in all my power to help you be happy again."
"Oh Harry, thank you so much." you said tearing up "It means a lot to me, really it does. I'm going to try in all my power to help you too. But Harry, what are you suffering from?"
Harry half smiled, seeing the concern on your face. He flipped his wrists over and traced the scars. "See these? These are my battle scars. The battle against myself. I gave myself these....and I'm not proud of them."
You gasped, and started to cry. "Oh Harry, say it isn't so."
"I can't." Harry's voice cracked.
You took Harry's wrists on your hands and looked at them. Tears fell upon his wrists, and you brought them up to your lips and kissed every last scar he had on his wrists, twice. Harry cried, watching you kiss his wrists. You looked up at him, into his glassy emerald eyes,"Promise me, you'll never do this to yourself ever again." You whispered.
"I promise." Harry softly replied. The two of you sat alone, in the darkness together, hugging each other.
For anybody who is suffering, it doesn't matter with what you're suffering with, we are strong. We won't let this beat us. Please, if you need ANYONE to talk to, PLEASE talk to me. I love you all, and please don't harm yourself in any way, shape, or form, physically, mentally, or emotionally. I'm here. Please.
