Deeper Than Skin (Harry Styles)

Chapter 6- Weak and Frail

   

A/N Short chapter here! Sorry for those who actually like this but I update alot! I cant decide if I should even continue this story?! Is anyone even enjoying it!? Let me know!

   It was now Saturday. Five days since Trinity had over heard her parents and she was still waiting for news from Harry. He hadn't even called her since that night. Was he mad at her? What if he was? Would he even come see her?

    Trinity's mind wandered.... She felt like she was drowning. She needed him. He couldn't just be done with her.

    She was sat in her room looking through photos. The album contained the only good photo of her and Harry. They had both been caught off guard and were laughing. It was oddd to see that on her face.

    At the beginning of this week, she thought she was going to have to fake the sadness to be able to see Harry, but now she was truly sad. Her parents hadn't mentioned a thing to her and in all reality she was about ready to give up.

     The only reason she had been being strong enough to not cut was so she was clean when Harry would see her. So there would be no scars to hide and no lies. But if he wasn't coming there was no reason to not. If he wasn't coming it was the only other thing that made her feel better.

     Trinity closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Breathe in. Breathe out before shutting the album. Harry wasn't going to help her so she would save herself.

By hurting herself....

    She placed the album on the ground and walked over to her draw. It took only a moment to find the knife hiding under her clothes. She sat on the ground as she made the first slice. It was just a little imprint. It would heal quick. But the blood flowing was so sweet. It was like draining her body of all the bad around her.

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    Her eyes were closed and the knife was to her wrist when Harry opened the door. There was no time to hide what was happening. He gasped, running towards her.

   The knife was thrown to the side and he held her wrist up. Five fresh cuts. Some deep. Some not.

    "Why?!" He begged her. "Tell me why!?"

     Tears formed in his eyes.

      She instantly regretted it.

      "Why!?" He asked again.

      His tears fell onto her wrist and for the first time she looked down at it. The sight made her feel awful. The world was spinning.

      His lips came down to kiss her palm. He asked again but this time in that angel voice "Why?" and she felt like she was floating away.

     "Because I needed you...." she whispered before falling into the blackness.