Please, Just Leave Me To Die *Narry Storan*

6

Harry's pov

I woke up again the next morning, the sun shining brightly through my ripped curtains. It should of brightened my mood, but it didn't. Nothing could brighten my mood. Not even if some super nice lady came and took me away from this place, it would be to late. The damage had already been done.

I was extremely exhausted, I didn't even have the strength to push myself to use my normal coping mechanism. I just didn't want to, I needed to though. My skin burned and prickled for the feeling of the metal swiping across it, I just didn't have the energy. Last nigh completely wiped me out.

I climbed off of the mattress which I call my bed. I winced in pain which shot from my backside and spread up my back to the base of my neck. I sucked in a breath and pulled myself up, standing on my feet. Once the pain had subsided I began to walk with a slight hobble towards the bathroom, grabbing my old towel along the way.

I opened the broken bathroom door, cracked from where the monster threw me against it a couple of months back. I switched on the water and stripped from what was left of my clothes. I stood under the cold water, he must have not paid for this months water bill. It was ice cold. On the plus side, it soothed the burning pain which I was experiencing, I felt like he'd ripped me in two.

I tried to watch the memories and reminders of the pervious night away down the plug hole as I washed my body with soap and hair with shampoo and conditioner, which I had to pay for out of my own money by the way.

Sighing, I stepped out of the shower and wrapped the towel around my body and walked back into my room. I dried off my body and pulled on a slightly tight t-shirt and ripped jeans. They weren't tight or ripped for fashion, they were like that through age and wear. I couldn't really complain though, yesterdays jeans were covered with my blood which would probably stay as a stain, making them unwearable unless I want people to think I suddenly grew a vagina and got my period or somthing. Ew, gross. Forget I ever said that.

I messed around with my curls for a while until they looked okay, I don't see why I bothered anyway. It wasn't like I was trying to impress anybody, there was nobody left to impress. Except maybe Niall, but I'm sure he only feels sorry for me. I doubt someone as beautiful as him would be gay anyway, even if he was why would he choose me? I'm just me. Exatly, he wouldn't. Nobody would, in their right mind anyway.

I pulled on the same, destroyed trainers as I do everyday, grabbed my bad and headed straight of the front door. I didn't bother seeing if my uncle was awake or home, and I didn't eat breakfast. I never ate full meals, especially breakfast. Even if there was food in the house (on a completely rare basis).

I began walking to school, well hobbling. I kept looking back over my right shoulder, just I case my uncle was following me.

I might start calling him by his first name rather than 'my uncle'. Beause calling him my uncle means that he's family, I definitely don't want him to be classed as my family. From now on, he'll be known as Andrew, apart from when I'm talking to him. When I talk to him, he's known as Sir, unless I want a beating for being disrespectful. Which I'd rather not have.

I continued my walk to school, briefly looking at the beautiful instruments in the music store window before coming to the park a couple of minutes later.

"Harry! Harry!" I heard a voice shout as I walked through the park gates.

I turned around and spotted Niall jogging across the pavement towards the enterance of the park, towards me.

He caught up to me, he looked as perfect as always. He was wearing a pair of real All Stars, very expensive looking denim jeans, a Superdry t-shirt and purple hoodie threw over his shoulders. Then you get me, looking like a tramp with old clothes and fake trainers.