Warrior // Harry Styles

Chapter One - First Day Of Highschool

***Lizzie's POV***

I was wondering the halls of St-Louis High just minding my own business.

When a few people came and called me names and pushed me around.

"Stop it!"

It was Brandon.

He ran over to me and took me away from the scary monsters that prevented me from sleeping at night...

"Are you ok?"

"Yeah, I'm fine" I said faking a smile.

"You don't need to fake that smile, Elizabeth"

He only called me Elizabeth when he was serious.

"Ok" I mumbled a tear made its way down my left cheek then, a few tears slipping down on my cheeks.

"It's ok"

"No it's not! Nothing is ok!" I bursted into tears crying into Brandon's shoulder.

"Come on, it's the end of the day. Lets go home"

A genuine smile apperead on my face. That was the last time I genuinelly smiled... That was the last time I got to see Brandon... The last time I heard his voice... It was the end of everything we had together... He was gone... Forever

That's when my nightmare/flashback ended. It's the only thing that I think about everyday ever since...

I woke up tear-stained from crying myself to sleep like all the other nights. I got up and checked my calendar.

Today was the first day of high school. I was going in 12th grade and it'll be my last year there so I could finally forget all those people who tortured me and Brandon. Who made him kill himself.

That's when I bursted into tears. I can't take it anymore. I fell to my knees and looked at the pictures of me and Brandon together before he decide to leave.

My mom came rushing in seeing that I was on the floor crying. She started crying hysterically like I was.

She didn't process that Brandon died really well. Brandon was like her only son. The son that she loved with all her heart. She loved him...

We got up from the floor and she wiped my tears away as I sobbed.

"Don't worry baby, Brandon is always alive in our hearts" she clutched her heart to show where he was.

I cried again nodding. I hugged my mom and put my head in the crook of her neck and she did the same to me.

There was silence that fell expect for our quiet sobs. She let go and to my hands in hers.

"This year, prove them that your a warrior, ok? Prove them that your strong and Unbroken"

"O-ok" I hugged her again and weakly smiled. This is one of the first time I've "smiled" after Brandon's passing when I was 12.

"Ok honey, get ready for school. You're going to miss the bus"

"Um, can you drive me to school?"

"Sure, honey. Get ready and come downstairs for breakfast"

"Ok"

I went to the bathroom and striped out of my pyjamas and jumped into the shower.

The water glided all over my body. As I looked down I saw my scars. I cried in the shower, my voice was muffled by the door so my mom couldn't hear.

Why can't I be pretty?

Why can't I be popular?

Why can't I be unbroken?

Why can't I be strong?

Why can't I find... Another love?

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*Author's Note*

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