Broken

Chapter 19

He searched my eyes, he looked at my face. "Bostoyn", he whispered, "your are not broken."

"But I am", I a said staring at the glistening stream. "I have and always will be."

"Why?", he asked.

"What do you mean?", I asked "Why what?"

"Why do you hurt yourself?"

That I could not possibly answer. He knew what I did, he knew I self harmed, but he didn't  need to know why.

"I can't say, Harry, I'm sorry."

He sighed. "Please?"

I shook my head, no..never, I thought.

***

My head pounded as I took my phone into my hands and shut the alarm off. College classes began today, and honestly, I was not looking forward to them. I didn't want to learn, but I had to so I could stay here. I couldn't go back to my mom.

I sat up straight, and blinked. My eyes were fuzzy, and my face was wet with salve, I looked like trash.

My eyes wandered to Kylee, and noticed she had already left. I sighed and fell back on my bed staring at the ceiling. I rolled to the side, and stood up from my bed.

Stumbling to my wardrobe, I picked out a black cardigan and some white jeans. I put on se black socks and slipped my converses on. I made my way to my dresser and applied my foundation to my wrist hiding all my scars. I put some concealer on my bumps, and acne scars. Lastly I applied some mascara.

By the time I was finished, it was 8:12, I had less than fifteen minutes to my class.

So, instead of walking like I planned, I ran.

***

"Ah Mrs.Parker, glad you showed up", my english professor stated looking at me through his glasses, that were propped on the bridge of his nose.

"Im sorry", I looked at my schedule to figure out his name.

Advanced english with Mr.Preller.

"Mr. Preller", I concluded.

"Take a seat, and do not be late again", He said with a warning. I nodded and slid into my seat. It was located in the far right corner in the back. I scanned the faces of my classmates. No one looked familiar except for a guy that sat with Kylee and her gang. But I didn't know what his name was.

"Okay today we will be leading about verbals and transitive and intransitive verbs.", he began. I slightly groaned, as I watched him write on his chalkboard.

It was almost impossible to focus on what Mr.Preller was teaching. My mind kept wandering to Harry and what he would be doing. I tried to focus but I ended up failing.

I just couldn't get him out of my mind.

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