Headaches (Kiingtong Fan Fiction)

Chapter 13

Harper's P.O.V.

"Your an idiot!" I stared at the one and only, Will. My boyfriend. "I can't believe I loved you!" He said. He was angry, I don't remember doing anything to make him angry. I just remembered falling asleep then waking up to an angry Will.

"I hate you!" Those words crushed me. But I couldn't move. I couldn't show emotion. I couldn't cry like I wanted to. "I knew you were using me from the start!"

Using him? Was I really using Will? "Go die!" Then my eyes shot open to see black. I looked up to see a sleeping Will. It was a dream thank god.

My cheeks were rosy and tears were sliding down them. I could feel my eyes all puffy. I slowly tried to pull away from Will's grip. I successfully pulled away and got off the bed without waking Will.

Then I realized the day. My cousin was coming over. I was so afraid. Her name was Kate, and I was scared if it was Will's ex, Kate.

I took out my phone and decided to ask. I did but she didn't answer. I took a deep breathe then walked into the bathroom. I stared at my naughty hair, my puffy eyes, and my Seeable scars on my wrist. They were like 5 years old, but they were still visible.

I cut when I was like, 11 or 12. My headaches and my bullies got the best of me. "I can't let Will see this!" I whispered to myself.

"Let me see what?" I turned and Will was standing right next to me, yawning and rubbing his eye. "Nothing!" I say, Turing to him and hiding my wrist behind my back.

He noticed I was hiding something. "What do you have there?" I shook my head. "Nothing!" I was being honest, I had nothing. I just happen to be hiding something that was on my wrist. "Mhm." He said, smiling.

He stared at my face. "Why are your eyes puffy?" I forgot they were puffy. "Uhh." He tilted his head. "Were you crying?" I looked at him. Does he not remember last night or what. "No, cause I wasn't mad at you last night," I say sarcastically. He rolled his eyes. "Yeah but, your eyes should have fine by now."

I shooed him. "Whatever, I just had a nightmare." He grabbed my wrist. Crap, I knew he saw them. He stared at my wrist, in confusion. "They look old but..... Why?" "Bullies." That's all I could say. I can't tell Will about my condition. (BTW it is not a real condition, do not worry.)

"Just, bullies?" I nodded. I was telling half the truth. "I stoped doing it years ago though." I say. I was being truthful, but I still had the blade. Though, I shouldn't have it anymore, I kept it just in case.

"Do you still have the blade?" I looked down at the ground thinking whether I should lie or not. Will could only sometimes tell whether I was lieing or not. "No." I say as I raise my head.

"Oh really?" He caught me or he was being sarcastic. I doubt he was being sarcastic. "Then why'd you have to think about?" I stared at him, waiting for him to get angry at me or start looking for it.

"Where is it?" He asked sternly. I shook my head. I didn't want him to know in the first place. He squeezed my wrist a little harder. "Where is it?" He asked again, clenching his teeth together. I just shook my head again. "I don't want to ask you again, Harper. Where is it?" He never called me Harper anymore unless it was serious. I just shook my head again.

"Oh come on. I told something I didn't like talking about." I just shook my head again. He let go of my wrist and started looking through my bedroom. Cabinets, boxes, med. cabinets, and even my room. I was almost surprised he didn't find it.... right away. He took out a bloody blade.

"How much did you cut?" I took a deep breathe. "Everyday for about a year." I say. I did not like talking about this, especially Will. "This is coming with me." I stood in front of him. Not allowing him to leave my bathroom. "That will be staying me, Will." I say sternly. Though I used it for the wrong cause, it still meant a lot to me. My dad gave it to me, and I never saw him anymore. "That means a lot to me." "For cutting." He stated. "My dad gave that to me." He put back where it was. "Fine! But if I find that you were cutting I'm taking it and you can't stop me." He says in defeat. I smile, thanking that it was special to me.

Word Count - 815