Mariannes P.O.V.
The door was being pushed but not fully opened because I was still in the same spot that I fell asleep on. My tears had dried up, no doubt were my eyes baggy and purple. I could still feel the dampness to my face from the endless amount of tears that I had cried up and out.
"Marianne, something's blocking the door. I can't open it. Come help." I heard my mother.
She was just outside this door and I probably looked like a mess.
I got up, no time to do anything about my appearance and not really any care.
I pushed the door aside and greeted my mother who's smile fell when she saw me.
"What happened to you, are you alright?"
I put my head down, opened my arms, and walked towards my mom. I shook my head and cried even more. Surprised there were still tears left in me.
She did what she could do, hugging me back while patting and stroking my hair.
In between cries, screams, and muffled noises I got out part of the story.
Being careful with what I said.
"Honey it will be alright, I like that boy and if you do too give it some time and things will get better. You know life is like that. Throws you in it, sometimes more than you can handle. You'll walk through it and get through it. Even if it's slowly. Everything works the way it's supposed to."
This wasn't supposed to happen though. Harry and I were happy. We are happy. Keith being the only thing that disturbed our piece, but still we were happy together besides all the problems people pushed into our lives. I said our because well, he became a big part of mine. My happiness came from him amongst other things. Losing someone that makes you feel that way is a whole other feeling.
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The next day sucked even more. I had to relive my misery. Telling Ellie the story and then, of course I saw Harry. I mean I'm happy, it's good he's at school instead of who knows where but I mean my heart hurt. It was twisted, tugging, and pulling in every direction. I felt my brain fight with my heart. I wanted to be with him and yet I couldn't. I knew it and I wanted to curl up in a ball.
Even looking at him, I could tell he was miserable. He had bags under his eyes, his appearance was a mess. He hair going in every which direction. I mean he didn't try usually but today he looked even more out of place with himself. You know what killed me the most? When he offered me a smile and I had to walk away. I tried not to, but I did look back. His head turned and looked town to face the ground. He was hurt in more than one way and I knew it was my fault. One of his friends patted his shoulder trying to reassure him, I guess.
You know, Harry really cared about me. In a way I brought out a different side of him, one that was hidden really deep. I did that. It looked like I destroyed him to the universe, like I was using and playing with him. But boy I wasn't, it wasn't me I was a puppet with an unfair puppet master.
God end this day. End the one after, and the one after, and the one after that, and the one after....
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FanfictionHarry was always left abandoned by his family. He's mean to everyone but when a mysterious girl comes to the high will he finally find his match and be happy again? Will she leave him like everyone else? Or will she keep her word? Even if it did wo...
