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"Get up Logan!"
I blinked open my eyes. Ow. The dried tears made my eyelashes stick together, so I rubbed my face with the back of my hand in hopes of clearing it out.
Sunlight poured through the windows hitting me in the eyes. I scrunched up my face.
"Logan!"
"I'm up!" I called to my dad. My voice sounded strange, scratchy-like, almost like I was crying all night. Oh wait.
I hated that I gave so many tears to him, I just hated tears in general. They're just there to show me and the rest of the world that I still have a little bit of weakness left.
. . .
I was in my closet staring at my body, seeing if I have gotten better. My ribcage still showed a lot and the curves that I once had were slowly coming back, even though I still looked like a twig.
I hate what you did to me Jake.
Sighing, I put on my normal T-shirt, thin jacket, and shorts.
. . .
"What took you so long to get ready today?" My dad asked me as I trudged upstairs after finally contained my frizzy mess of hair.
"Didn't sleep well." I croaked, eating my toast.
"Are you still having nightmares? Do you need me to find you a councilor here?"
I hate how my dad can see through me sometimes.
"No no dad I'm fine."
He still looked suspicious. "Well, I have things to do today and I need the car so I'm taking you to school." He stood up and began walking to the door after I finished my food.
"Ok." I followed him and grabbed my bag, slinging it over my shoulder.
. . .
Dad pulled up by the school. "Bye Logan, have a good day!" He called after I kissed his cheek and got out of the old truck.
"See ya dad."
I walked inside the school, only glancing at the spot Harry and Mitch fought for a pointless reason.
I walked into home room to find everyone's eyes on me. I tried to ignore them and held my head up while walking over to Samantha.
"Hey." I breathed as I say down next to her, only to find her staring at me like everyone else. "Oh not you to!" I complained.
She raised her eyebrow. "Do you not remember what you did or something?"
I looked at her confused until I remembered the fight.
"Oh, the um, fight?"
"Yes!" She exclaimed exasperatedly. "What was that all about?"
"Well, um, I..-"
"Do you have a crush on Harry?"
"What!? No I-"
"People are saying you tried to defend him and punched Mitch Saxton in the nose!"
"I did punch him, but I wasn't defending Harry.. I was-"
"What?" Damn she was pushy.
I looked around, the whole class was listening to me talk.
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Bloody Fists: a Harry Styles fan fiction
Fanfiction“Returning violence for violence multiplies violence, adding deeper darkness to a night already devoid of stars... Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that.” ― Martin Luther King Jr. BUNCH O CHANGES HAPPENING RN