{GRAPHIC CONTENT AHEAD. SELF HARMING. IF YOU TRIGGER EASILY PLEASE SKIP.}
//guys for youre information im a recovering from self harm myself. Please inbox me if you have any concerns. ill try and help.//
~Harper's P.O.V~
'are you're scars deliberate?'
Great.
Fantastic.
How am i going to explain this one?
My bottom lip quivers slightly, as i stumble with my words. Memories come flooding back.
*FLASHBACK*
"seriously Harper. You're such a slut." Rory spits. His huge hand is at the top of my head pulling my hair at the roots.
"get off me!" I sob loudly, begging for someone to hear, and help.
"you know, i never realised how fat you was until now. No one will ever love you. You're ugly, fat, and disgusting. A lousy little tramp.You have no meaning in life you may aswell be dead!" smoulders of his saliva hit my face bit by bit. I cant move because his grip is too strong. He tightens his grip on my hair and slams my head into the wall 3 times. In conclusion, a huge headache begins to form as a gut wrenching scream escapes my swollen mouth.
"That's it. You carry on screaming, and cutting. YOU'RE NOTHING. It's Alex's fault why you're self harming. ITS DISGUSTING. i seriously hope you cut too deep." He uses all of his strength to smash my head into the wall once more.
His words are like razors cutting through me. Each word cuts deeper into me. I try to cry, but my throat won't allow it. I try to push him away, but im not strong enough.
Cold liquid runs down my neck as he lets go of my hair. He pulls his hand away in disgust. The distinct red liquid stains his hands. My eyes begin to sting and my ears manage to ring out every possible sound in the room, even Rory.
"Just shut up! im going to bed." I use my arms to push myself up, and when i do i finally look back at the wall where my DNA remains. My sniffles slow down as some relief washes over me as i know he's gone to bed.
i begin begging mentally for Lex to just come and get me. Praying that hes stood outside and he can here it all.And surprise surprise, he doesnt.
Loud heavy footsteps stomped behind me, as i panic indescribably. I turn around at the wrong moment and his fist connects with my cheek bone sending me back down from the wall ive just came from.
Unreal pain curresses my face as i use my palm to touch the wound. A evil smirk appears on his face, as my eyes glimmer with salty tears. The bedroom door slams shut with force.
I use this as my que, my legs scarcily stand as i run towards the bathroom. My sticky hair sticks to my face.
i slam the bathroom door shut, and i manage to lock the door. A huge sigh of relief takes over as my body slides down the back.
I rummage through the bathroom drawers to find my secret possesion.
i find the razor blade wrapped in tissue. I unwrap the blade and grab it in my tender fingers. Tears flood my eyes, as my vision blurrs.
I place the blade on the side and slide my jeans down. Along with the rest of my clothes, I chuck them in the washer and sit down in the bathtub.
i turn the shower on and let the hot water trickle down my back.
I place the razor back between my fingers and stare at my thighs aimlessly.
this is it.
Atleast a good 30 scars cover my thighs.
I place the edge of the razor to my thigh and scrape it deeply across my skin.
Instant relief overwhelms me as i watch the red fluid escape my body. I re peat the progress ten times on each leg. Each cut becomes deeper and i feel better after each one.
My head tilts back as the shower water cleans my hair. The water is no longer clear, its pink.
Strong tears fill my eyes as i let the razor drop from the end of the bath to the tiles on the floor.
//END OF FLASHBACK//
"Harper?!" Vic clicks his fingers infront of my face, i inhale sharply remembering the memories.
My eyes drift down as i realise his hand is resting on my thigh. rubbing slightly.
My eyes widen at his gesture.
i place my hand ontop of his for a meet second. My palms are sweaty and im shaking uncontrollably.
"Everything will be okay, i promise."
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