White Rose

Chapter 3

"Will you stop playing that guitar for at least five minutes?" I asked my dorm mate Niall.

"Why?" he asked stopping.

"Because, I have a headache and I really don't want to listen to you play at the moment."

"Am I bad?"

"No." I said shaking my head. "I just have a headache."

"Oh, okay." he nodded.

Niall then got up and put his guitar on his desk. He then sat on his bed and I moaned at the pain in my head.

"Are you okay?"

"No." I spoke moving my hands to my temples. "I get really bad migraines and it hurts really bad right now."

"Let me see if we have some pain killers."

"We don't." I spoke as he got up. "I checked already."

"Oh shoot man. I'm sorry."

I didn't say anything.

"I'll go and get some for you?"

"Please?" I asked. "That would be much appreciated."

Niall nodded his blonde head and got his wallet.

"I'll be back in twenty."

I didn't say anything and he then left.

I sat up from laying down and started massaging my head, but the pain just kept getting worse.

Ever since I was little I got migraines. They all started after I got bucked off of a horse when I was five and hit my head on a rock. I could have been permanently brain dead from how I landed and how hard I landed, but, I only ended up with a major concussion and migraines every month.

My head started pounding worse in the middle of my thoughts, so I got up to get a water bottle and saw we were out. I went to go text Niall and saw that my phone was dead.

Great.

So, I got my wallet and headed to the campus store that happened to be in my building. Niall didn't go to that store though. After nine, they don't sell drugs. So, slowly but surely, I made my way down to the store to get a pack of water bottles.

When I went inside, I got a pack, and made my way up to the register. It was hard considering my vision was blurry due to my splitting headache and my strength was going weak. But, I managed to pay for it. So, I took that pack and headed out of the store.

As I did though, I saw the boy who's been haunting my thoughts.

"Harry!" he shouted as he walked alone to the store.

"Hi." I spoke softly, visually looking unstable, like how I was feeling.

"You look fucking horrible." he laughed.

All I could do was nod, but that made me want to throw up.

"Well, since I have you alone now... maybe I should finally do as I've preached."

"Please don't." I begged. "I just want to go and sleep. Please."

"Oh, look at how you're begging me. How cute." he smiled.

I just stopped walking and put the water down.

"You know?" he asked rolling up his jacket sleeves. "I would have left you alone if it wasn't for that little incident at Olive Garden with your bitch."

"Don't talk about her like that."

"Well, she is one. I know you will call her that after what I'm about to do to you. It's her fault really. No girl... or anyone for that matter, talks to me like she did."

"I would never call her that word. It's vile, just like you."

The boy ran to me, grabbed me by the shirt, and banged me up against a wall.

"You really wanna die don't you Harry?" he whispered to me.

"Not particularly."

The boy looked at me with confusion.

"You strike me as a boy who wants to be a hero, but can't be." he spoke. "You're different Harry. A funny different. But, being different gets you hurt. If you can't follow what you say, then don't say it at all. You're a nobody." he spoke and then punched me right in the gut.

I cried in pain as his fist connected to my skin.

"I follow through." he spoke and punched me again. "And you defiantly deserve this."

"P-please stop." I begged and cried.

All he did was laugh as he punched me again, and from that, I puked everywhere. The pain from the hits and then pain from my head didn't mix well.

"What the fuck!" he yelled out and pushed me away.

My head hit the wall and I slid down to the floor in pure agony.

"You're fucking disgusting Harry! You know that! Fucking disgusting!"

I just laid there on the floor, in my own vomit, feeling like I was dead. I actually wouldn't have minded to die in that moment.

The lights that shinned down on me were so bright and blinding. The boy's screams at me were ear piercing. My head felt like it was being beat by a brick over and over again. Being alive at this very moment was torture... but soon, I could feel my eyes burning so much that they closed and I was in darkness and in peace.

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