Silent Screams » Harry Styles

Chapter 1

I realized that even after years of bullying, I never really got used to it. The words people say still sting and I feel that it will always be that way. I guess that I have always been the outcast. I was never outgoing or popular; I've always been the shy, quiet girl. I'm the girl you make fun of for never talking or having my hair a certain way or wearing different clothes. I'm the girl that you gather with your friends and laugh at. 

As time passes by, the tension keeps building up inside of me. I feel that one day that I won't be able to contain it anymore. Everything that I keep bottled up inside of me is going to explode one day. It's bound to happen and in all honesty, I am scared out of my mind.

I prop my elbows up on my knees and put my head in my hands. My head is cloudy, and I want to get rid of the memories. I go over to my black carpet near my window seat. I pull up the fabric of the carpet, and wiggle the loose piece of wood underneath it. Then I put the piece of my flooring to the side, and get access to all of my blades. I stare at the box with disgust. Why do I do this to myself? 

I pull up my long-sleeve shirt, revealing the previous scars. There were so many. About time to add to the collection. I am about to put the blade over my wrist, then I hear a knock on my door. My heart jumps when I hear my dad's voice, and the blade falls from my hand. The blade cuts my wrist and clatters on the ground. My skin slices open and blood start to come out. I take in a sharp breath and grit my teeth, trying to stifle my pain. 

"Is everything okay in there Annaliese?" my dad asks. 

"Yeah dad, of course." I try to sound as reassuring as I possibly can. 

"Can I come in?"

"Um, can you come back a little later?" I can't let my dad see me like this. He wouldn't be able to handle it

"Okay."

I sigh in relief knowing that my secret was not revealed. I put my blade away and put the piece of wood back in it's place. I pull the carpet back over the loose tiling, and go to the bathroom. I look in the mirror, and it was like looking at a ghost. I am pale, with bags under my eyes, and a tired expression is worn on my face. I look hideous. No wonder no one likes me; I wouldn't like myself either. 

I turn the sink on and wash the blood from my wrist. I put a band-aid on the cut, and change clothes. I put on a clean long-sleeve shirt and sweatpants. Taking a deep breath, I unlock and open my door. As I hurry down the stairs, I can already feel the soreness in my muscles. I have to think of an excuse if he asks me a question. 

"Hey dad!" I say, putting on my best fake smile. 

"Hi Annaliese." my dad says, and kisses me on the top of my head. 

I sit down at the dinner table, and start to eat.

"So how was school?"

"It's fine."

"Really? Because I have a letter from your teachers saying that your grades have been dropping."

I swallow my food and lied, "I'm sorry dad, I don't know what it is. I'm going to try harder."

"Alright....but why were you crying?"

Good thing my back was faced towards him, or he would have seen my facial expression. My fork clatters to the ground, and my chair screeches back.

"Um, I-I just d-don't want to let you down dad. I just want to make you happy, b-but my grades aren't good." 

I nearly fall out of my chair, but my dad catches me.

"It's okay Annaliese. You don't have to cry about that. Just do your best, okay?" 

He hugs me and I nuzzle my face into his shoulder. I take a deep breath, smelling his fatherly scent. He made me feel safe. I love my dad. He messes my hair and kisses me on the cheek. 

I mumble "Okay." and go to watch TV. 

(Annaliese's dad's POV)

Annaliese has been acting strange for the past 3 years, and everyday I fail to figure out why. She always seems sad, and locks herself in her room everyday. She barely ever shows skin, and whenever I see her at school, she is sitting alone. I know there's something she isn't telling me. Is she depressed? Maybe  should get her a therapist. Before I do that, I have to find proof that she does have a problem. 

I go upstairs and enter Annaliese's room. I look around, and it's a complete mess. Typical teenager. Maybe there is something in this room that can give me a clue. I search through her room, and am unsuccessful. I walk over to her window seat, and I can feel the presence of a human behind me.

"Dad what do you think you're doing?!" Annaliese yells angrily. 

"Oh nothing, I just thought that you should consider cleaning your room."

(Annaliese's POV)

What is he doing in my room? And what is he trying to do? Whatever he's doing, he is way to close to my blades. I think he knows. No way. He couldn't possibly know I cut myself. 

"Ha-ha very funny dad. I don't clean."

He was just about to talk, when his phone rings. I push him out of my room and lock the door again. I press my back against the door, and sigh in relief. I can't let him find my blades. It would just break his heart. He wouldn't be able to handle it. He almost lost his job, and I can't let myself be a burden to him even more than I already am.

I change into pajamas and plop down onto my bed. I rest my head on my pillow, and screw my eyes shut.  A single tear goes down my cheek, and I bite down hard on my bottom lip. I try to think of all the wonderful things- but when I find none, I try to fall asleep. And before I know it, I did. 

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