To Infinity (A Harry Styles Love Story)

c h a p t e r - 5

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i am sick of getting flashbacks of things i don't want to remember.

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CHAPTER 5!
{Brooklyn's P.O.V}

I watched in fear, as my father picked up the beer bottle. "YOU DESERVE TO DIE!" He roared into my face. He clenched his jaws, and I felt the fear in me rise. He swung his arm back, and threw the beer bottle at the wall right next to me, making me shriek. "You shouldn't be alive. You shouldn't be here. You should've died" he mumbled, pacing back and forth. He looked at me, rage in his eyes. He reached behind me and and pulled out a knife. The steel glinted in the dull kitchen light. "Time to die" he said, smiling like a maniac. He pulled his arm back, and I saw the knife plunging forward.

"AAAAAHHHH" I yelled, jumping off the couch. Tears streamed down my shaking face at an intense speed. I was sobbing, and gasping for air. I roughly rubbed my hands down my body, trying to get rid of the sweat.

Memories invaded my vision, and I could barely see. I sobbed, again gasping for air. I felt my head go light, and seconds later I was on the floor. I couldn't stop shaking. Memories just kept on coming in. "STOP. STOP" I screamed. "STOP." I yelled.

Remembering Blake, I staggered onto my feet, and shoved open the front door with all the strength I could muster. I collapsed onto the porch, my body violently shaking. I gasped for air, grabbing my throat.

I ripped the blade out of my pocket, and without hesitating, roughly slid it across my skin. I don't know how many times I did. I cut and cut, and all I could see was blood covering my whole entire arm.

I was so numb with the memories of my nightmares, that I couldn't even feel the pain as I countlessly harmed myself. I winced as I felt pain, and put the blade down.

My eyes widened, and I gasped at my arm. It was ALL red with blood, some even dripping into the wooden panels of the porch. I curled up into a ball, sobbing silently into my knees.

I sniffled, and straightened my posture, trying to catch my breath. I hobbled up to my weak legs, holding the railing for support as I pushed open the door.

I walked into the kitchen, washing he blood from my arms, and wrapping a bandage around them.

I sighed, puffing out my cheeks as I slumped into the couch. I rested my head on my hands, elbows on my knees as I just sat there.