Barely Breathing

Chapter 5: And down he goes

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 He began to try to rip off my shirt. I try to defend myself; scratching, ripping, crying, punching, kicking. Nothing works, I feel so drowsy. I can't move or talk, everything is blurry, I think I am going to faint. all of a sudden I see someone burst through the door as Harry starts to take off my bra.

 "What the hell are you doing man?" I hear someone yell, I can't move, I can't feel, I can't speak.

 "You know mate, having a little fun." Harry says with a sly smirk. The room is spinning, I try to move but I can't. I am lifeless. I feel someone rip Harry off of me. In a blur I see my savior punching and kicking Harry, I try my hardest to crawl off the bed towards the bathroom. I fail, only being able to roll off and make it to the corner. The room is still spinning, my vision still a blur. I feel my savior walking towards me, my eyes heavy.

 "Presley! Are you okay?" I hear the man say in a frantic tone. I try to talk but i can't. My eyes feel heavy, like a thick quilt being wrapped on my eyes on a cold winter night. "What did that bastard give you?" I hear him say again. I fall over, my bones giving in. "Damn it!" he screams before throwing my body onto his shoulders. I look down and see Harry out cold on the ground. Serves him right. My eyes close, letting me sink into the warm darkness.

 I wake up on a white room, wires attached to my whole body, I am dressed into a hospital gown. I jump up, in hysteria. I look over to my right to see Niall staring at me. "Finally you are awake!" he said rising and stretching.

 "How long have I been asleep? How did I even get here?" I say frantically awaiting my answers, I remember almost nothing.

 "You have been asleep for about," he said pausing, pretending to stare at his wristwatch. " Two days now?"

 "Two days! Where is my dad? and how did I get here!" I say looking around, I feel so afraid for some reason.

 "Your dad is talking to the doctor as we speak, and I brought you here. After I took care of some things." he said cracking his knuckles. I guess he thought he looked cool.

 "What did you do?" I say leaning back in my bed, grabbing the blanket and wrapping myself in it, I am so cold.

  "I taught Harry a lesson of course. He deserved it. For what he tried to do to you, your mine. No one can touch you." he said looking me in the eyes. I was caught on the words 'your mine.'

 " Excuse you, but I belong to no one." I said.

 "Well sweet cheeks, you do now. I get what I want, always." he said gently grazing my cheek before walking out of the room. What a jerk!

 "Presley?" I heard my father say as he peeked into the room, I have never been so excited to see my dad before in my life.

 "Dad!" I practically squeal.

 "How are you doing Elvis?" he said striding across the room and sitting on my bed.

 "I am feeling okay, I don't remember what happened though. Do you?" I say sitting up.

 "Niall told me that you guys were hanging out and all of a sudden you fainted. Have you been eating Presley?" my dad says looking me in my eyes. Dang it.

 "Of coarse I have dad. You know I wouldn't endanger myself again." I lie, I have become so good at it.

 "I trust you." he says rubbing his temples.

 "But..." I say, waiting for the rest.

 "But, you have done this before. I want to make sure that you aren't relapsing again. If you do, I need you to be able to tell us the truth Presley." he said looking up, are those tears?

 "Dad, I wouldn't lie. I promise." I am almost a pro.

 "Okay, well the doctor said you can come home tonight. So get up and and change and we will head out." he motioning towards my clothes. I slowly get up grabbing the back of my gown, remembering that there is no back to it. I scoop up my things and go into the adjoining bathroom. I walk straight to the full length mirror and I begin to undress, I look at myself in the nude. I have gained weight, I can tell. I feel a tear slide down my cheek, how could I have let this happen?

 ::Fat::Stupid::Ugly::Disgusting::Pig::Whore::Lonely::Loser::Idiot::Worthless::

 I walk over to the toilet and get on my knees, I need all of it out. I stick my middle finger as far down my throat as I can and I begin to dry heave, after two minutes I am vomiting up liquids that the hospital gave me. I stand up and rinse my mouth out at the sink, then I turn around to face the mirror again. An instant difference, better. I put my clothes on looking for any rolls or or jiggles as I move. None. That's how I want it to stay.