Dream Breaker

Chapter 12

I wake up with a blanket over my naked body but I’m in the bathroom. The water has stopped running and my cuts are bandaged. I feel the memories come back and I’m hit with pain again. I can’t move, speak or breathe again. When I finally recovered I get up and don’t see my blade in the floor. I guess my aunt took it away from me. I don’t worry because I have a lot more in my other bag at my room. There is still blood in the tub. I smile knowing that some of my pain left with my blood when it was running down the drain. I decide to take a shower because the blood is starting to itch.

After the warm shower I go to my room and I see it’s barely 7 am. I get dressed take my pill and head downstairs to go to school. I see my aunt sitting at the dining table. I ignore her and head to the kitchen to get an apple and start heading out of the house with my back towards her.

“Are you ill Delilah?” she asks with a shaky voice. I laugh mentally knowing I’m not close to ill.

“No” I say and start to walk away again.

“Then why do you cut? It doesn’t help you it only makes it worse. I knew it since the day I saw you , you were going to be trouble. You’re just like your mother.” She says with a angry tone. I’m not like my mother not even close.

“Don’t worry in four months I’m out of here. I’ll be 18 by then. Don’t worry about me.” I say with my head turned sideways. I turn around and see tears running down her face. “I’m not my mother by the way so please don’t compare me with her.” With that I shut her up and I leave the house. I check the time it’s 7:15 and I don’t have the patience to wait for Andrew and his girl so I start to walk to school. I put on my earphones and put on Slipknot so high up where I can’t even remember my name. When I’m about to cross the street I feel a push against my leg. Pissed off I turn around and see Harry in his car. He’s on a classic Mustang that could probably be worth a lot of money. I pull out one of earphones from my ear.

“What the hell do you want?” I ask angrily. He just hit me with the freaking car what the hell!

“Feisty again huh. C’mon hop on I’m giving you a ride not like that lame ass boy that gave you a ride yesterday. Who was he?” he asks.

“Ha! No thanks and Nun-ya” I say.

“Nun-ya?” he says confused.

“Nun-ya damn business!” I say angrily and start to walk again. That’s when I feel a pull.

“What the hell?!”

“C’mon Delilah don’t be stupid and get in the car please. I’m just offering a ride that’s it. And if you’re thinking of running away I will find you and drag you inside.” He says with a exasperated voice.

“Why? Why me? Go give a ride to someone who actually wants one Harry,  please.”  I say and start to turn away.

“Because I can and just this time. Please.” He says. I roll my eyes. I give up so I start to head to the car. I see his smile and I hear him say Thank You.

We drive to school with me listening to his stupid jokes. I feel like crap so the only thing I can do is smile. For some stupid reason I lift my sleeves and really fast pull it down remembering the bandage and my scars. Please he didn’t see anything.

“What is that in your arms Delilah?” He asks. Crap!

“Nothing.” I say exasperated. He doesn’t say anything. That’s when we finally get to school. I get out of the car and head to my classes. During lunch I hang out at the library where is always empty. I do my homework and sometimes I spend my afterschool days there. I don’t feel no more. Every morning is the same thing which is wake up, get dressed take my pill and head to school. At school Harry still tries to talk to me but I don’t let him. I haven’t spoken to my aunt and I’m fine with it. I don’t eat well and I don’t sleep no more. The cuts have risen all the way to my upper arm. I’m fine… I’ll get through it. I always do…

Harry’s POINT OF VIEW (P.O.V)

After seeing Delilah with the bandage I got worried. I spend my whole day looking up on the internet on my phone about what can be behind that bandage. The only thing I find is that she cuts herself. She can’t cut herself. I mean she looks normal, beautiful. Did I just say beautiful? I really never thought about it but I guess she really is. She’s not like other girls that when I speak to them they hit on me. I mean she’s cool, a smartass and now I considered her as beautiful. She’s someone who I want to meet well. Probably I will..

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