Missing One

Mirror Image

“Harry?” I peered around the bathroom door, he was sat on his sofa watching the tv. But his glance averted onto mine as soon as I said his name. My naked body was hidden behind the door and my hair was hanging from one side of my head.

“Everything alright Sam?”

I had decided to take another shower, never being able to normally it always felt so amazing. Harry hadn’t objected, but looked concerned when he heard the water on so long.

He got up making his way over but I shut the door a little more. I felt him push it slightly.

“Sam are you okay?”

I spoke up quickly.

“Harry I’m naked. I forgot to get clothes before showering. And there isn’t any towels left…” I trailed off. He chuckled to himself before walking off to get some clothes. When I turned around my naked body was facing me in the mirror. It made me cringe. The deep purple bruises all over my body had faded but still looked deep on my pale skin. Running a finger lightly over my scars I had been given over the years I felt my touch tremble slightly. A tear trailed down my cheek and I hastily wiped it away. No Samantha you are strong. But my gaze fell upon my small wrist. Pink and white scars slashed into lines. My breathing jumped slightly, as I remembered back to the moment I had tried to kill myself. Hiding myself in Donny’s bathtub I was so young. Only around 16. It was 3 years ago I had done it. Tried to end my life and failed.

A couple of days ago I wouldn’t have minded doing it again. But now I felt like I could try to get my life back and Harry was here to help me.

A light knock was placed on the door and jumped out of my shock. It started to open slowly and I quickly pushed it shut. I didn’t want him to see me like this. I had to put my walls back up.

“Sam I got you some clothes.” His raspy voice warmed up my senses and I calmed down slowly. My breathing heavy, making my head spin a little. Everything was telling me to back away from the door, to let him see me like this. But I knew I couldn’t.

“Thank you” I whispered lightly, my head still spinning from the recent encounter with the mirror. That’s when my head banged onto the door as I fell forward. I felt myself cry out and I heard Harry try and push the door open. But my weak body was in the way.

“Sam!”

“Harry Harry Harry I’m fine, don’t worry.” I knew my voice sounded flustered and I cursed to my mind for letting that happen.

“I’m coming in Sam.”

“No! You cant! I’m naked.” My head started hurting even more from my frantic shouting.

“I gathered that the first time you announced it Sam.” I moved slightly to try and sit up, without realising I had given Harry full access to enter the bathroom. Lying still on the floor I felt my breathing slowly down as green eyes gazed into mine.

Harry’s POV

She was lying on the floor. Shivering. Her body was bruised almost everywhere. Cuts and scars on the surface staring right into my eyes. Deep brown eyes looked into mine and I almost saw all the pain she had ever encountered in her life. Her long blonde hair trailed over her small curved back, and over her chest down to her tummy. It was slightly damp from the shower she had just had. I kept looking into her eyes when I realised she was clinging to her fragile wrist. Slowly and gently without trying to hurt her at all, I pried her fingers from around her wrist.

A huge pink and white scar was placed upon the lightly beating vein. Smaller scars were placed around it, almost as though they were fighting to get to vein.