Broken

Chapter 22

Harry's pov

I smell the sweet rose that was tauntingly held in front of my face.

"It's a present from your girlfriend." Josh says, as I lift my weak hand to take it. He quickly makes it higher making me reach slowly.

They had just given me another wave of drugs that were supposed to help. I look at it wishing that I could reach it. Josh laughs and throws it to the ground his foot poised over it. Just as he's about to smash it. I put my hand over it protecting the fragile rose bud.

I wince as I hear a crack.

"Stupid!" He yells, and kicks me in the face. I keep holding onto it for dear life. No matter what the pain. I wanted the rose from Kylie.. What she said to me before. I needed to be strong. That's all I could do.

He kicks me in the gut and I wheeze trying to catch my breath. His laugh fills my ears and he leaves locking the door behind him. I cry in pain as I lift my broken hand. Seeing that the bright rose was still in tact. Black grime around it from the dirty floor.

I pick it up with my good hand and hold it close as tears fall down my face. My stomach grumbles hungry. They hadn't fed me in days.. I sigh wishing for food and to be in company with my friends.

I look down at the rose to see something white stuck in it.

I carefully take it to see a rolled up

piece of paper. Curiousness hitting me for the first time. I slowly open the note. It was the size of a small square, but I see a blurred message in black. I strain my eyes to read it.

Dear Harry,

If you're reading this you've only begun your week. Well it's Tuesday but that's not important. We all miss you so much! We can't wait to see you at the end of this long week. It feels like an eternity already. Be strong though. We believe in you.

Love,

Kylie, Liam, Louis, and Niall.

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At the side was a small drawing of all of them together. I smile and push the note into my pocket. I would always treasure this. I sigh as hours tick by. The more time goes by the more tired I get.

The door opens and I see Josh glaring down at me. Please tell me it wasn't for punishment. I was about to break with all of it. Josh's jaw hardens as he sees my bleeding wrists. The thorns from the flowers had hurt, but it wasn't as bad as what they did to me here.

"Get him up!" Josh yells.

Two officials bring me to my feet and lead me out the door and down the crowded hallway. It felt like we had done this a million times already. Like every few hours they led me to be punished or to take a painful shower. My back was already worn to shreds probably.

We turn left and I almost stop. This wasn't the normal way they usually took. Where were we going.. We head down 3 flights of stairs onto the main floor. Hope springs in me as I see the lobby through a glass door that separates the two rooms.

They go past it and dread fills me. They lead me down to an old looking elevator like from the 1800s. I don't struggle as we all cram into it. They push the bottom floor which was the basement and my heart pounds.

The elevator dings and the doors open. A dark hallway with the lights flickering on and off. I try and stop them but they keep pushing me forward. I hear screams and moans from further up.

We turn the corner and I jump. People in cells with black gooey oil all over them. Their teeth missing and eyes dim. I try and escape but it was useless. They lead me down further

and I see the oily pool pitch black. It once had probably been filled with clear blue water, but now it was for punishment. They sit me in a chair and tell me to stay there as they stand guard.

I look at the pool already feeling the pain that would come. Every burn and every ache and scream. I cringe as I see Josh with a smile lining his face.

"You can't do this! This is insane! You would be out of business of they knew what you did to propel here!!" I yell at him. It was the first time I had really even talked. Getting the hope that I might survive this. With the note that was deep in my jean pocket.

He laughs and it echoes off the room. It was silent like the people int the cells didn't exist. I cringe as the guards haul me up and take me to the edge of the pool of oil. The note burns in my pocket. I didn't want to loose it. I take off my shirt but leave my pants on. When the guards aren't looking I put the note in my mouth putting it to the side of my gum. Hoping it wouldn't ruin the beautiful message.

They push me in and I slowly fall closing my eyes. Just get through it... Burns line my whole body. My hair was a mess as they throw me back into the cell. My whole body burned like it was on fire. They hadn't cared to wash off the gooey oil. So I was stuck like this. I quickly take out my note and look at it. Everything was still in tact by some kind of miracle. Though it was damp. I carefully put it on my stack of clothes they had given me. Though I probably wouldn't put them on.

If I did the oil would just get worse.. I lean my head on the wall praying and hoping this week would end as I fall into a fitful sleep...