Off The Internet (Narry)

14

(This is a very rare moment where I double update but this is basically just flashbacks)

-2 years earlier-

"You're really good at taking photos." Liam said as we walked down the school corridor heading to our lockers.

"Thanks I try." I said, "I want to be a professional photographer, you know do it as a job. Be one of those that travels a lot. I really want to see the world."

"You definitely got it in you. I want to study animals in every country and have some kind of affect on climate change."

I opened my locker, "It'd be cool if we could travel together."

"Fags." I heard someone whisper in the distance; I looked over to see Hunter, basically the version of a church boy.

"You know if you're gay too Hunter, you can just say it instead of shouting slurs at me." I said before turning back to Liam who was watching with a smirk on his face.

"How are you getting home?" Liam asked as Hunter passed us giving us a glare.

"My mom usually picks me up but I think both my parents are getting me since we're going to Wales for the weekend."

"Ah that sounds fun. Well I'm walking home, I'll see you next week?"

"Yeah next week." I smiled at my new friend before walking out and finding my parents car. I got in next to Gemma and buckled up.

"So how was school?" My mum asked as my dad pulled out of the parking lot.

"It was okay. Me and this kid named Liam got a lot of the same college offers, and he looked at a few of my photos." I said taking my camera out of my bag and fiddling with the buttons.

My dad starting playing around with the radio; taking his mind off the road. I should've stopped him; I should've told him to watch out. But we went off the rails.

It was so slow; we were falling. I kept a grip on the seat; then I heard three clicks. Everyone's seat belts came off besides mine.

We landed and went forward; my mum and dad were first to go, the glass shattering around them making them bleed horrible, their head hitting the dashboard as they passed out. Gemma's head didn't hit the seat in front of her; not that I recall but she was passed out too and bleeding everywhere. The glass didn't even touch me.

But I was still hurting; everything hurt. I wasn't sure if any of my family was okay. Physically I was okay; I could still see besides the tears in my eyes, I could move my arms around. All I could heard was a blaring; then a cop came up to the car and took everyone out.

I just cried as I watched them load my parents and my sisters bodies into an ambulance. They made me step in; as the ambulance moved they checked everything. Apparently I was lucky to live as the cars seatbelts were faulty and that mine could've easily come off too.

They made me sit outside; Liam came over to the hospital when he heard what happened on the news. It was weird but generous of him as we barley knew each other.

He let me cry out onto him rubbing my back. I could still hear the crash going through my ears; all I could see was my mum hitting her head, it kept replaying over and over again like some sick scene of a movie making my stomach clench.

It was then where my parents and my sister were announced dead while Liam was holding me.

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"Harry you're not gonna do this." Liam said pulling me away from the rooftop, "I know your in debt I know your nan doesn't want you but please stop. You have so much ahead of you Harry don't." Liam kept his grip tight on me.

"I can't continue like this Liam. Its all I see and hear. It's always taunting me." I cried. That's all I did; was cry. It was the only thing I knew how to do.

"Harry were getting off this fucking roof and I'm taking you to get help." Liam said pulling me towards the steps leading down the roof. How dare he have his way with me.

He pushed me into the car buckling me up as well; I started shaking when the car started. The images coming back to my mind. Liam started whispering and rubbing my back, "It's gonna be okay Haz I'm gonna go slow shhh." Liam said, he always talked to me as he drove, it was definitely helpful, it keeps me from being scared of something happening again.

He got to the hospital, he got out and opened the door for me. "What a gentleman." I said sarcastically as I got out.

"I try." He responded; we got inside and he checked me in. I had to fill out a form before the doctor got to us.

He started asking me questions about the crash; trying to be as vague as he can. I told him about how I get really bad flashbacks and how I'm unable to sleep at all, I also told him about the ringing in my ear that won't go away. He did a bit more of a checkup before he came up with the conclusion that I suffered from Post Traumatic Stress Disorder.

He decided that it would be best if I take medication.

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I've been on medication for about a month now. I was better, I didn't have suicidal thoughts anymore and I didn't have the ringing or flashbacks anymore. Sleeping was still hard but I was getting there.

The only thing was that I would slip in a different mindset. One moment I'm sad and just want to sleep forever; then I'd be happy and cheerful and just feel innocent. I would just think like a three year old and act like one too.

My doctor said it was a normal side effect of my medication and that it would go away eventually; that I would start acting normal.

Boy was he wrong.