Fix You - IT Fanfiction

Thirteen

That night, I was in my room writing some poems. Vic and I had gotten really close lately, and I could easily tell he liked me, and I kind of felt the same way, so I thought why not just write it down.

When I see you, your eyes sparkle while you say hi with the sweetest voice in the world. 

When I see you my heart skips a beat, and I don't know what to say

When I see you, happiness takes over my thoughts and all of my troubles go away

When I see you I wonder if you think about me as much as I think about you

When I heard Cole come home, he came straight into my room.

"Hi," I greeted.

"Hi, baby," Cole said. "What are you doing?"

"Nothing," I said quietly, moving what I had written to the side.

Cole noticed, picked the paper up and scanned his eyes over it, his face getting angrier and angrier after every line.

"What the HELL is this?" He yelled.

"N-nothing, Daddy," I told him.

"Nothing," Cole scoffed. "You'd better tell me what this is all about before I beat your ass."

"Just a boy," I said quietly, trying to hold back tears.

"Just a boy?" Cole whispered, looking furious as his hand gripped the paper tightly, scrunching it up. He then proceeded to throw it at me and pushed me to the ground.

"Please don't!" I cried, scrambling to get away.

Cole had a firm grasp on my legs and I was unable to get away. I reached up to grab my switch from my desk but it was too high up. Cole grabbed a ruler from my desk and began beating me with it. It was one of those long wooden ones so it hurt like hell. He hit me with it over my jeans and I cried out in pain.

He lifted me up, hit me again with the ruler and then proceeded to throw me onto the floor before walking out and slamming my door shut.

I lay there, crying, feeling the tears fall heavily down my face and I knew what I had to do.

I opened the drawer with all my knives with it, trying to find a razor, but then I remembered.

"So can you explain it to me again?" Henry asked.

We were both struggling with eight-grade maths and I agreed to help Henry, although I really wasn't much help myself.

"So you multiply the first number by the last one and then you get the X," I said, writing down my answers.

"Okay," Henry said, writing something down. "Hey, Prim?"

"Yeah?" I asked.

"You got a sharpener? My pencil broke," Henry said.

"Yeah, in the second draw," I said, pointing to my dresser.

"It's not here," Henry said.

I leaned forward to check in the other draws when my sleeve came up and revealed all my bright red cuts.

I quickly jerked my arm away.

"Why?" Said Henry sadly.

"It doesn't matter," I said.

"It does," he said. "You hurt yourself on purpose. Why?"

"Henry," I said.

"What is it?" Henry asked, looking broken.

"I know exactly how you feel. I mean look at my Dad," Henry told me. "I can't really say anything else because you know what you did and why, but I'm always gonna be here for you."