Letters to My Saviour [ON HOLD]

Chapter 3

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The three of them looked at him, and then at Harry, who didn't understand what was going on.

"He seems fine..." Liam said quietly.

"I am pretty much alright" Harry said, confused.

"Great, we have our punch bag back now." Drake smiled evilly "Isn't it great?"

No, it isn't.

Harry was already prepared to be punched, when Drake laughed "Not now faggot, I don't beat up someone who just got back to school, it wouldn't be nice of me, would it?"

"N-no, it wou-wouldn't" Harry mumbled.

"Smart kid." Drake patted Harry's head and walked away, Harry looked around searching for Zayn, Liam and Niall, but they were long gone.

Harry really didn't realize what was going on, but he knew something wasn't right, if Drake has ever wanted to ask something about him, he'd usually send his guys to violently get the answer. Liam, Niall, Zayn and Harry never talked to Drake (It had stuck Perrie in an uncomfortable situation in between) and all of a sudden Drake was talking to them?

And it's not just that, it's also the way they disappeared afterwards, they'd always stay with each other if Drake would've teased any of them.

Something was up.

And Harry had no clue how to figure what it was.

Harry sunk into his seat, he wanted to die, right here, right now, and not having to suffer it for two more years.

If he could only ask for help from that guy, that beautiful beautiful guy, Harry knew he would help him.

But he didn't know him.

Just when he needed love.

Harry needed to feel loved, because all the eyes that were around him, except from three pairs, burned towards him with hate.

He didn't know why, but when he saw the guy's eyes in his mind, he could see caring and worry.

Harry thought that guy was the right person to at least like him, even as a friend.

Harry closed his eyes and in his imagination looked into the bright, sky- blue eyes, they were amazing, so full of goodness and caring and they were just shouting it out "The best person ever!"

For the rest of the day Harry was looking for someone, anyone who would help him, but none of his friends were anywhere to be found, and no matter how many times Harry has tried to call them, they didn't reply.

"You okay honey?" Anne asked Harry as he walked into the house, he didn't answer, he just got into his room, pulled out a knife, dug it into his wrist and pulled it through and out, then he dropped the knife on the table and fell crying to the floor, with his door locked behind him.

21/10/13 15:39

Don't try asking me how long I've been bleeding 'cause I don't know.

All I know is that I feel all alone and I could really use someone by my side.

But I don't know if I can ask my mom or step- dad for help...

They wouldn't understand, would they?

My mom always tries to help but she weren't in the situation I'm in, and she'll never know what's that like, neither would my step- dad, and I haven't seen my dad in years, and I bet he wouldn't know, either.

And I haven't seen my friends since this morning...

And they won't reply my calls...

Beside all those I have no one.

Which is one of the reasons I cut.

I've got nothing else to say...

Harry.

One hour, two hours, three hours...

Soon Harry was only in his boxers, Lying on the cold floor, staring at the ceiling, thinking of absolutely nothing, then he closed his eyes as new tears threatened to run down his face.

~Flashback~

The dark- blue skies upon him, the Highway beneath him.

Only the bridge's edge separating him from the ending he had gathered the brave to make for a very long time.

He was standing on that edge, the border between life and death, pain and nothing.

He wanted that nothing.

People were passing behind him, cars streaming through the roads non-stop, everyone so hurried and busy, no one seemed to notice or care about the young boy who was seconds from getting rid of his shitty life, and give sadness to his family and three friends.

He did it. He crossed the edge, he felt the wind pushing back his curls. He was happy, but not for too long, when a hand grabbed his hand.

He was too shocked to fight, he just gazed at the beautiful unknown guy, eyes blue like what the skies are by day, chocolate-brown hair, muscular body, and beautiful, beautiful face.

Every little detail about him made Harry dizzy, not believing there's any chance such a beautiful creature is human, or even exists.

He knew he would never forget him.

The guy pulled him up and Harry noticed his legs were shaking when he stood back on the bridge, the guy didn't talk, he just led Harry to his car without letting go of his hand, he gentely sat Harry in the back seat and buckled him up, then closed the door and sat in the driver's seat.

Harry didn't recognize the building they parked in front of, but it seemed to him like a mental hospital...

The guy took him into the building, and with getting the information that was needed from Harry about himself, he signed him in.

From then on, Harry didn't see him.

~End of flashback~

And now he was crying. great.

And he had a missed call. Huh?