Broken // h.s.

Chapter Eighteen- Memories

Chapter Eighteen- Memories

"Harry! Stop!" I yell after Harry who is already closing the distance between him and Jonathan.

This can't be good. Jonathan snaps his head towards Harry and widens his eyes as soon as Harry raises his fist. He connects with Jonathan's jaw and he loses his balance, falling into a shrub.

Harry is swearing at him, but I can't make out any words. All the students that have closed in on them and are all recording it, laughing and pointing to the two. I push through the crowd of kids and finally get to the middle of the fight.

Harry is punching Jonathan relentlessly and I am screaming at him to stop as much as I want him to go on. Jonathan isn't fighting back, so what's the point? It reminds me of Garrett beating on me even when I wouldn't have the energy to fight back.

It is something only weak people do.

"Someone break them up!" Finally, a teacher comes out with a cop at his side and they pull Harry off of Jonathan. "What the hell is wrong with you?!" I slap Harry and I see the anger wash away from his face before it returns.

"He put his hands on you! Only a coward hits girls!"

I shake my head at him even when he gets carried away into the office. Jonathan does too. I'm sureon Monday, Mr.Martin, the principal will call me into his office to ask me questions as well.

I cringe as a migraine begins to form in my head and it is painfully painful. I get into my car and head straight for the Bridge.

Vee and Badass are already there, but this time they don't have pot or alcohol. They have something 'funner' as they say. Five tablets of acid and I guess one of them is for me.

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I dropped acid today and oh fucking hell, I feel amazing. I feel like flying. I feel like hugging a tree. Oh God, why am I writing right now? Well I guess I thought you should know my thoughts while I am on acid for the first time.

I need to pee. Anyways, Harry beat up Jonathan today. Very, very badly to the point where he was coughing up blood and it was scary because sure, Jonathan is an asshole and he did hit me and as much as I would love for Harry to rip his intestines out and feed it to a dog; wow, intense, but as much as I would want that, Harry looked different.

He looked like Garrett and Jonathan was an example of myself. And It was hard to watch myself get beaten by Garrett again. I hated it.

I stop writing and look up to the ceiling which is spinning. The whole room is spinning. I see pretty doves flying all around me and I keep hearing moans and groans and... it sounds like someone is having sex in my house.

What the...who is having sex in my house? How dare they?

"HEY!" I yell. "Stop having sex! No one wants to hear you have sex, okay?!"

There's a knock on my window and I see...Harold?

"HAROLD!" I yell and I begin to giggle as I walk over to the window, opening it.

"Lana-"

"Shh," I shush him. "You hear that?"

"Hear what?"

"The people having sex! Those freaks!"

"Wha- Lana, are you high?"

"Yes. I dropped acid. Badass said people should drop acid and not bombs. He believes in world peace. I think I do too. Don't you?" I ramble on.

"You dropped acid?!" he widens his eyes. "Why would you-"

"No, Harold. Why didn't you stop hitting Jonathan when I told you to?!"