Crazy • h.s.

i pretend i'm alright but it's never enough

Here's the next chapter!! Sorry it took me so long to update! Enjoy!

The next morning, I wake up and slowly get out of my bed. Last night, since I was pretty upset with Chris, I cried myself to sleep, again. That has been happening quite a lot lately since Chris has become more aggressive and abusive towards me. I had enough bruises to prove it, I did for sure. As I walk over to the full-length mirror that was hanging on my wall, I stare at my reflection. My eyes were watery from sleep and somewhat red from all the tears that I had cried the night before. I could even point out the lines from all the crying that went on.

I slowly walk over to my dresser and pull open the top drawer. After pulling out my undergarments, which consisted of a lace bra and boy shorts, I go over and decide on what to wear. It was too early on a Tuesday morning, about seven-fifteen I noticed as I glanced at the digital clock aside my bed on the nightstand. I would decide on what clothes to wear after my shower so I could wake myself up a bit.

So much for studying for the history exam I was supposed to study for last night, I think to myself as I walk over to the door and grab the handle, pulling it open. The tile was cool on the bottoms of my bare feet, yet it was calming. "Thanks Chris," I mutter quietly under my breath as I walk into the bathroom, which wasn't occupied, which meant I had all the time in the world by myself before I had to face class with everyone surrounding me.

After I walked into the bathroom, I shut the door and lock it behind me before I go over and turn on the water. It takes a few minutes but it eventually heats up to my liking. I begin to undress from the clothes I slept in the night before, which consisted of a pair of shorts and a camisole tank top embellished with lace across the top.

I get in the shower and slowly cleanse my tired aching body. After I finish up in the shower about ten minutes later, I wrap a towel firmly around my body after drying myself off. I hold on tightly to the towel I had wrapped around my body as I walk out of the steamy bathroom toward my room. Once I make it over to my dresser, I slip on some clean panties along with my bra before letting the towel drop to the floor. I was totally looking forward to what I had to do now –not.

This is definitely one of the things I hate having to do in the mornings. Picking what to wear for the day is always the worst for sure. It just takes forever since it's so early. I wanted to be comfortable, especially since I had an exam.

Shit! I think to myself as I begin to rush around my room and slip my legs frantically into a pair of hot pink skinny jeans I found from my closet along with a black sweater with white writing that said: Eat a lot. Sleep a lot. all in uppercase letters. I was going to be late! I think to myself; I had less than five minutes to get there.

Thankfully, the building wasn't too far from where I lived. After grabbing my messenger bag with my school stuff, I slip my feet into my black converse shoes and tie them on my way out the door. Pulling out my phone, I notice it was a few minutes after 8 o'clock. My exam for history is at 8:30, which gives me plenty of time to make it on time. I shove my phone back in my messenger bag as I fumble for my keys so I could lock the door. After locking it in place, I am soon on my way. I was too busy focusing on where I was going when I run into someone. My bag falls to the floor and my things scatter all over the ground.

Looking up, I notice Harry standing a few inches away from me, a backpack slung over his shoulder. "H-hey," I stutter with a small smile as I reach down and grab my bag and begin to put all my scattered belongings back into my bag.

"Hey there," he had a wide smile on his face. "Running late, yeah?" he questioned as he looked me as I picked up my bag and put it on my shoulder once I had everything back in its rightful place. I give him a nod as I begin to walk off.