IMPORTANT NOTE: This story contains depression and some graphic content, read at your own risk. I'd also like to say that anybody dealing with depression, self harm, self hate, eating disorders, etc. you are not alone and you are loved. You can get through what ever problems you are going through. If you ever need to talk or vent you can leave a comment and I will try my best to respond to you. As a girl who has dealt with similar things, I can say that it does get better. The best thing I ever did for myself was get help. To whoever is reading this, stay strong you can get through this.
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Light fanned through my half cracked blinds seeping into my closed eyelids. I reluctantly rolled over and checked the time on my alarm clock. It read 7:21, too early, I thought. I flipped over onto my stomach ready to fall back asleep when I heard my stepmother's voice call out, "Leah get you're lazy ass out of bed and make me breakfast." I sighed and swung my feet over the side of my bed, I slid my feet around the floor searching for a pair of slippers. After slipping on a pair I proceeded down the stairs to the kitchen. I retrieved a box of pancake mix from the pantry and began cooking. After about ten minutes my stepmother Katrina waltzed in.
"Hurry up," she spat.
I turned the stovetop up attempting to speed the process up, but it only ended up burning the pancakes. She must have smelled the burning because she walked into the kitchen and slapped me across the face causing me to fall to the floor in pain. Katrina then dumped the pancake mix onto the floor.
"Clean this up," she screamed, and ran out.
I did as I was told, I grabbed a mop and started cleansing the floor. Once I was done I sprinted up the stairs to my small bedroom hoping she wouldn't see me. Katrina has been abusing me ever since my father met her, but he has been too blind to see what she is doing and whenever I try to explain this to him he tells me that I am only looking for attention. I slumped down the floor and began to cry. After releasing my sadness I crawled over to my nightstand and slid open the drawer, I dug to the bottom until I spotted it, the only thing keeping me alive, my blade. I snatched it out and brought it to my wrist, I hovered over my skin at first questioning myself, but then I remembered that nobody cares and I lowered it and dragged it across lightly at first, but eventually getting deeper. I made a few more cuts and then cleaned the blade and put it safely back in its hiding spot. I then hopped in the shower. Once I got out I looked in the mirror. My chestnut brown hair cascaded over my shoulders going down to just above my stomach and my bright blue eyes were protected by my long eyelashes. I brushed through my hair and threw on some makeup, covering the new bruise forming on my cheek. I covered my new wounds with bandages and walked to my closet. I picked out a long-sleeved white summer dress and threw on some matching white sandals. I then opened my door and looked both ways as if I was crossing the street, and made a run for the front door. As soon as I was outside I walked to the nearest Starbucks. I ordered a Frappuccino and sat down at a table. I pulled out my phone and began to scroll through Facebook until I heard screaming. I glanced up from my phone and turned around in my seat, I saw a few girls forming a circle around a boy around my age with curly hair and stunning green eyes. I turned back around and went back to Facebook when I saw an ad pop up on my feed, "One Direction in LA for the next 2 weeks." I now figured out what all of the screaming was about. I twisted my chair back around and looked outside, to my surprise all of the girls had retreated and the boy was nowhere to be seen. Then I heard a beautiful British accent coming from in front of me. I saw the boy from outside ordering a coffee. I watched the barista try and flirt with him, I chuckled to myself and went back to my phone. After finishing my drink I threw it in the trash and left. I was still looking at my phone as I walked down the street, suddenly someone crashed into me, I fell to the ground and landed on my butt. I looked up to apologize and my heart caught in my throat. It was the boy from One Direction.
"I'm sorry," I started.
"No it was my fault I wasn't paying attention to where I was walking," he says as he extended a giant hands towards me.
I grab it and he pulled me up.
"I'm Harry."
"I'm Leah," I smiled and shook his hand.
"Hi Leah," he smiled cheekily, "how can I make this up to you."
"There's no need."
"I insist, how about I take you to lunch?"
I was just about to protest when I heard screams coming from behind me. Harry grabbed my hand and started running. I ran with him for blocks until we came to a stop in front of the most expensive hotel in all of LA. He dragged me to the elevator. By this time I was panting like a dog. I heard a laugh beside me. I glared at him, this only made him laugh harder. Soon the elevator beeps and we exited on the top floor. He took me to a room and opened the door. My jaw dropped, it was the nicest hotel room I had ever seen. It was probably worth 3 times as much as my house. "Nice isn't it?" I nodded. He took me to the couch and sat me down.
"Sorry about that," Harry said.
"It's fine," I smiled.
I then tucked my hair behind my ear.
"What happened to your arm?" he asked.
I looked down at my arm in shock and realized that my cuts had broken open and had started to seep through my clothes.
"I have to go," I said as I walked towards the door.
"You can't! You'll get killed," he spoke as he grabbed my arm.
I squealed in pain. He immediately dropped my arm and apologized. He carefully grabbed my arm, I tried to pull away but he resisted. Harry then lifted up my sleeve and gasped. I looked away as a tear escaped my eye. I quickly brushed it away before Harry could see. To my surprise he lifted me up and carried me to the bathroom. He turned the water on and rinsed out my cuts.
"Please stop, you're beautiful."
I started to cry. He carried me to the couch and sat down beside me and put his arm around me. I began to cry into his shoulder as he played with my hair. Soon I was asleep.
