Sweaters [hs]

two

10:26pm| Portland


     Noah opened her Psychology textbook and began taking notes. She copied down the notes for the disease Schizophrenia, and its treatments. She stopped and forced her hair in a bun, sliding on a headband.


She checked the time,put her pencil down, and headed into her bedroom. Noah changed into leggings and a Stanford sweatshirt. She forced her feet into running shoes and grabbed her phone and headphones.



As she jogged down the block, she thought of he fathers death and how it was her fault. If she would have never went to the beach with her friends, his cake shop would have never been robbed and he would have never been shot.


She turned the block and she suddenly became overcome with emotions and began to cry hysterically. Her chest heaved up and down and she placed her hands on her hips.


Once she arrived back at her diminutive apartment, she stripped her clothes and stepped into the shower. The water drained her anxiety to some extinct, she still felt horrible.


Noah went through this process everyday; study, jog, shower, cut, bed.

Her friends began to wonder why she chose to wear nothing but sweaters and sweatshirts.

She draped a towel around her body, and shook the water from her hair.


Changing into shorts and another sweatshirt. Noah had already started to harm herself, wincing once the initial cut was made, then breathing a sigh of relief.


Noah didn't feel as if her actions numbed the pain, for she could feel the pain either way. She felt as if it made the pain go away for a short time period, until it came back.



She cleaned up, and rested her body. Closing her eyes, and falling asleep.



x x x

8:47am | Portland


Harry groaned as his one of his four other roommates, shook him awake for his class.


"How many times do I have to tell ya that it's time to get your lazy bum up, Harry?" His roommate, Niall, shook his shoulders once more.


"And how many times do I have to tell you to leave me alone, Niall?" Harry groaned, pushing his face deeper into the blankets.


"He's still not awake?" Another roommate, Zayn, questioned as he put a shirt over his head.

"Tried to warn ya, Harry. Now look who's here to wake ya up." Niall laughed as he followed the hallway to the kitchen.


Harry jolted awake as he felt an ice cold bucket of water, splash onto his head.


"Zayn! What the fuck, man?" Harry pushed his wet curls out of his face.


"Told you to wake up." Niall appeared back into the room, unable to contain his laughter.


"No one asked for your input, twat." Harry mumbled, standing up on stretching.


"Whoa, whoa. What's got your knickers on a twist, mate?" Niall frowns, biting into his burrito.



"Do my knickers look like their half way up my arse?" Harry smiled as he came put of the bathroom, brushing his teeth.


Niall simply rolls his eyes, as him and Zayn leave Harry to getting dressed.


"Be ready in 15 minutes, Harry." Zayn pointed at the clock on the wall.


Harry waves him off, spitting out his mouth wash. He gets in the shower, quickly washing his hair and body, and wrapping a towel around his waist.


He puts on his boxers, and shimmies into some black skinny jeans, throwing on a white shirt. He contains his curls with a bandana, and steps into his converse. He jogged down the steps, and gets into his car; driving to school.


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She clawed at her sweater, adjusting into her black converse. She arrived early to her class, shoving earbuds into her ears.


Various amounts of genres of songs filled her ears, as she hummed along to Lorde.


She had begun to copy down the notes on the chalkboard when class began.


After class was over, she walked around the courtyard, admiring the differ types of flowers.


She sat down on a bench in front of the fountain. She dug around in her bag, searching for a cigarette. Once she found one, she realized she had left her lighter at home.


A tall boy appeared beside her, holding out what she was looking for. Noah looked up, her eyes coming on contact with his. His lips were cherry, and chapped.

His jaw freshly shaven and sharp, his eyes an electrifying shade of green.

"Are you looking for one these?" He held the lighter in his hand.

"Yeah, thanks." She grasped it in her hand.


"How often do you smoke?" The boy sat down next to her, his eyes on her.


"Whenever I'm depressed or annoyed. So everyday." She let out her smoke.


Why do you even smoke?" He questioned, frowning.


"One simple reason; I smoke to die." Noah closed her eyes as she felt as of she let him know too much.

"Why would you want to die?" He frowned again.


"The same reason why you ask so many questions." She inhaled again, letting it out.


"Because you want to." He nodded, finally understanding.


"Exactly, because I want to." Noah repeated his words, putting out her cigarette.


Harry moved closer to her, their faces were mere centimeters apart; he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.


"You're too beautiful to die, sweetheart." Harry whispered, her blue eyes captivating him.


"Why do you care?"






x x x


aw crying bc that was too cute