Mirage || Zarry

Chapter 1.

Harry walked down the halls of his school. just like every normal kid he went to his locker and retrieved his books for his morning class. what wasn't normal was that he had to have a teacher with him at all times and Harry didn't understand why. What wasn't normal was he didn't get to change classes throughout the day, he didn't have the privilege to roam the halls when he pleased with a pass that his teacher gave to him, he didn't get to go to the lunch room by himself without Mrs. Rose, he didn't get to have a free period where he could go outside and hang out with friends, he didn't get any of that all he got was a class room with 4 walls with all his drawings of stuff he thought about and stuff that his 'class mates' would give to his teacher Mrs. Smith.

He didn't understand, never understood why Mrs. rose would follow him to the bathroom or why she would pick him up every morning by the oak tree in the front court. also never got why all the kids would look at him weird like he had something that they didn't want, like he wasn't just like them because in Harry's head he was just like them, he eat, drank, slept, watched tv had a family who loved him just like then. sure he liked to count his steps while he walked or stair at the white butterfly's that would land by his hands as he sits and waist for his mom to pick him up from the front office where just 7 hour earlier she dropped him off. Overall Harry was a happy 18 year old boy.

But sometimes he just wasn't having a good day, everyone has bad days. he wouldn't listen to Mrs. Rose and Mrs. Smith wouldn't let him draw when he wanted to and he felt like the whole world was agents him, so he'd cry. and everyone would look at him and either laugh or just watch with sad eyes like they cared. but all Harry wanted to do was go to lunch by himself and draw in his sketch book and have a free period where he could watch all the butterfly's he wanted. he wanted people to stop laughing, he wanted the voice in his head to stop telling him to scream louder, but that's what he did, he screamed louder In hopes to get rid of the voice but it was louder then he was, stronger then he was, it was more powerful then he was, it got louder every time he screamed it seemed like the voice liked it, it enjoyed it, but after Mrs. Rose would hold him, rocking him back and forth the voice went away, and all the kids were back in there classrooms and all that was left was Harry and his red rimmed eyes and broken heart because all he wanted was to draw the butterfly he had saw and now he never will.

No one understood Harry. His parents would beg doctors to 'please fix there son' - like he was some toy that you could bring back and fix- that something was wrong and that they wanted there old son back the happy 2 year old who was so good to them. but no one could find anything wrong within him, he was 'normal' to the doctors, seems to be the only people who think so. except Louis, louis is Harry's friend, his only friend, he talks to him and he plays games with him but harry won't let louis see his drawings, and he won't let louis sit next to him when they talk. he didn't like Louis at first, didn't like the fact that he always wears a suit and has his stupid not book with him and didn't like that he would try to make Harry talk to him but he drained that out and now they are good friends. Harry's only friend.

But he hasn't seen louis in 2 weeks. he would always see him on Monday and Friday and for the last 2 weeks he hasn't. he's asked his mom why he hasn't gone to see Mr. Tomlinson and all she keeps saying is 'he's on vacation sweetie' from her side of the table. they sit on different sides, Harry by himself while Anna and her husband On the other, not that Harry minds, he's use to being alone, he knows his mom thinks he's crazy disregarding the fact that she loves him and wants him to get 'better' but she's scared, just like everyone else.

so when he's having one of his "tantrums" and he's kicking and screaming and tearing up the wall paint with his finger nails and no one comes to see if he's alright he knows why. They're all scared. When his breath is calm and the voices are gone for the meantime, he can easily slip into a sleep where his family eats on the same side, he can walk the halls without annoying Mrs. Rose, he can draw in his free period, and he can watch all the butterfly's in the world.

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I really really really hope that didn't suck as bad as I think it did. :(

Bye cupcakes