Lyrics Left Me

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Hey guys!!!! The video is Gasoline by Halsey, and well, let's just get right to the story! 😊❤️

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Harmony's P.O.V

I walk into school with what little confidence and energy I can. Mom was right, I should've taken the bus.

But, right now, I can't breathe for a different reason.

Lyrics. My lyrics. Plastered all over the walls.

None of the ones that go to actual songs are up there. Just mine.

And on my lyrics, there are words, written in sharpie.

"What a loser! She honestly thinks she has talent?"

Or other things like, "Wow, I knew she was a loner, but she must have no friends at all to write this much garbage."

Tears prick at the back of my eyes but I won't let them fall. I can't be weak.

I continue to walk down the hall.

People point and stare. They whisper to one another like I'm not right in front of them.

I hear a snippet of a conversation:

"Avery told me that she tried to kill herself."

"Avery told me that she cuts. And she said that she wrote the garbage on the walls."

I run down the hall and into the bathroom that is my safe place.

I see that my drawing is still on the wall and my sharpies are still here.

I know Avery did this. She the queen if the school and she always gets back at people who mess with her.

I wish I could just go back in time and stop this from ever happening.

I wish I could stop myself from running out if the classroom, from slamming into Avery, from letting my demons take control.

The tears that have been threatening to spill finally fall.

They are talking again. The demons, they are taunting me again.

I have nothing to cut myself with.

I struggle to maintain my sanity as they torture me. I fight them, because I have to stay strong. I can't let the same thing happen to me again. I can't let them control me.

Everyone thinks I do it to seek attention. It's all Avery's fault.

They don't understand how hard it is live like this.

They don't understand how, when I cut myself, it is not me.

It's like someone takes control if you and tells you that it will take away your pain.

Cutting is also very addicting. It's like a drug, once you start, it's hard to stop.

The bell rings, but I don't get up.

I feel like I can't move.

The running down the hall finally caught up with me, as well as the walk to school.

I can't breathe.

I struggle as the pain shoots down my side.

I can't see. I struggle to focus.

I try to stand, but fall again.

I let out a moan in pain.

I might be here all day.

It will take hours to regain control.

I've been having these spells ever since I got out of the hospital.

They released me after two weeks, but my mom made me stay home another week.

After about two hours, I manage to stand without shaking.

I slowly start to walk and I actually make it to my third period class.

The teacher lets me take it easy for the whole class and I'm grateful because I know I don't have the energy.

The bell rings, signaling lunch for juniors.

I decide to go to the cafeteria today.

I see Connor and I decide to sit with him.

"Hey." I say my voice shaking. I think I walking down the hall was too much.

"Hey. Um are you okay? You seem a little shaky." He asks me, concerned.

"Yeah I'm fine. Just a little shaky, that's all." I respond.

He leans in and I gladly kiss him.

I've missed him and mom wouldn't let him come over after I got out of the hospital.

I eat little of my lunch.

Usually I have a big appetite, but one of the side effects of my medicine is lack of appetite.

Typical stuff.

The bell rings and Connor helps me to my next class.

With his help, I just might be whole again one day.

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hey guys! I know I said I would post yesterday and it's offically tomorrow, but I was very busy making Christmas gifts for my family. Hope you guys enjoyed the chapter, and the next update will be after Christmas and before New Years. Anyway, hope you guys have a merry Christmas!!! Love you all!!!😊❤️