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Gone

** NOEL'S POV **

"Let me be your support system."

Oh gosh. Did I hear him right? No he couldn't have said that. Why does he even care so much? I'm nothing. I'm not pretty, I'm not special, I'm not talented, I'm just some broken girl who deserves everything she has.

I look up at him. I resist the urge to smile while shaking my head. More tears pouring down my cheeks. Before I answer him I need time to think, well at least he will think I'm thinking. I already know the answer deep down I just need to find a way to say it.

"Could I change quick, Harry?" I ask, my voice almost a whisper.

"Of course. I'm going to go watch tv in the lounge so join me when you're ready." He says before sending me a small smile that doesn't even reach his gorgeous green eyes.

As soon as he closes the door behind him I whisper "I'm so sorry Harry."

Silently continuing to cry, I dress myself and head quietly down the stairs. The lounge is closed off from the entry way so getting to the front door shouldn't be a problem.

I slowly walk down the hallway to the from door. Silently, I slip on my sandals. I grasp the doorknob and-

"Noel? Are you almost done?" I hear Harry's raspy voice shout.

Shoot I have to go now.

Without another thought I open the door, closing it softly behind me before making a mad dash down the sidewalk.

After about 20 minutes of wandering trying to find my way home, I spot my house. All the lights are off and my dad's car isn't anywhere in sight. I grab the spare key from above the door frame and insert it into the old brass lock. The door opens slowly allowing the eery light of the moon to pour into the entry way. I walk in and close the door slowly behind me. Making my way up to my room I trip on something. My diary?

Oh no. No no no no no no no! This can NOT be happening! I scream in my head. I grab it and race through the door to my room.

I stand there in shock. It's gone. Everything is gone. Everything I've ever owned, every memory, heck even my bed! Nothin is here. I race into my dad's room to find it the same way as mine. Everything's gone.

How could I not expect this? Once he knew someone saw what he did to me he knew he would never get away with anything. He abandoned me. Though he wasn't much of a father, let alone a civilized human being, he still left his own blood and flesh alone after beating her for years. What a lovely repayment hey?

I sigh and slide my back down against the wall. I'm alone. I can't go back to Harry and the boys, I have no way to repay them. Besides I'm probably just some sob story that they feel obliged to help. Gosh I don't deserve to be here at all.

With that I stand up and walk into my room. I head to the en-suite and open where I kept my blades. Surprisingly and thankfully they are still there.

I grab one and sit with my back propped against the bathtub. Slowly I slide the blade across my wrist telling myself how much I deserve this. Usually I am mindful of the cuts making sure I don't die just in case I happen to find something worth living for. Right now I can think of nothing. I have nothing. I have pride and enough to know I don't want to depend on others to survive. I should just get over with it. Nobody will come into an abandoned house anyway and I have nobody who would come looking for me.

I drop the blade and head to the attic, in hopes of finding a blanket or cloth of some sort. I make my way up the creaky ladder into the dark attic. The only light comes from the moon shining through the small circular window. I look around as my eyes adjust to the dark. Eventually I find one of those cloths/tarps you use to cover the floor when painting.

I make my way back to the bathroom, blood still dripping from my wrists. I wrap the tarp around myself and sit in my previous position. This is it. Gosh I thought when I finally gained the courage I would at least have my poor excuse of a father to write a suicide letter for, but there is no one. I sigh gripping my blade. I push deeply into my arm blood spewing everywhere. This is it. I'm going to die. I don't want to but I have to. All I am is a burden.

The pain is overwhelming. Splotches of black begin to dot my sight as the pain grows more intense. I cry out, though nobody will hear me.

Just before the blackness fully takes me I hear a shout.

"Noel?!"

The voice is familiar. I must be delusion from my loss of blood. He wouldn't come for me. He can't have come for me. I hear footsteps as the black closes in. Then another shout.

"Noel!"

I'm too far gone nobody can save me. The last bit of light I can see is disappearing. I was only hearing his voice he isn't actually here. Why would he be? I'm nothing special.

"Noel!"

This time the voice is so close I feel as if I could reach out and touch the owner. I can only see the faint outline if my surroundings. Everything is only shadows. I see the voice's body. Their silhouette bending down to grab me. The curls, the tall figure, the raspy voice.

"Harry..." I barely whisper as the life drains from me and the blackness finally engulfs me. It's done, the pain and the burden I am, well was, is no more.

**A/N**

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-M