diversity // h.s

Chapter One

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My life has never been a fairytale, and it will never be one. The moment I was rescued from the darkness of my mother's belly by a pair of hands, I never knew that seeing the light was so cruel. I'd heard voices from above, and I'd see my tired mother, looking as if there was anywhere she'd rather be than in the hospital bed.

I was unwanted, and I'd always been unwanted, even from the moment my own mother cast a glance at me, she knew I was useless and unattractive. Babies weren't supposed to be unattractive, they were born to be adorable with big eyes and fair hair, but apparently I was one in a million to be unappealing.

My Dad.

God knows if I could call him Dad anymore. He'd never been there for me, and he wasn't there when I was born. I'd lost sight of him for 18 years now, and the only time I'd seen him was in old photo albums. Even then, Mum and Dad looked sad, and horrified, their expressions were sewn on what looked like the sudden flash of a camera's doing and an unhappy day. Dad was lost, and I'd like to think that there was a chance that he was alive, but if he was, I didn't think he'd come back anyways. Not with Mum being drunk off her ass and flinging her breasts around in our tiny house.

It was no doubt that I wasn't the most gorgeous girl in the world, and I wouldn't call myself average either, but I'm honestly not. With some leftover acne scars on my forehead, my flushed rosy chubby cheeks (and a matching sized body), and my shoulder length brown hair, I was far from perfection. I didn't like to call what Harry and his mates called me. That word with the capital 'U', because it'd just give me more reasons to dislike myself.

I was different, as people liked to say. At school and at home, I was like a mute. I never ever talked and opened up to anyone, and I enjoyed it this way. I loved being to observe the world alone. Sometimes people that I didn't know would come up to me and call me a 'mute', a 'slut', and other words that were much worse, and I had no idea what I'd done.

I liked to belive that we were diversed in a good way. Everyone's different from others in the world and we all had a place to stand. But acording the to this society, no one cared unless you were dying or you're pretty.

Being bullied at school had became my everyday routine ever since I started kindgarten and it hasn't stopped since. My schools were filled with racist, rude and plain ignorant people. Especially with that curly headed boy with green eyes.

Harry Styles had been in every single one of my classes starting from kindergarten. He'd been the one involved with the bullies, and they tortured me like there was no tomorrow. As if using physical violence wasn't enough, they also sent me texts and threw around dirty and extremely mean remarks like they were worth nothing. Like they thought that it wouldn't hurt me, and like the scars on my wrists wouldn't hurt me.

And whilst everything was added at home, Harry just had to plus more drama to it.

I watched as he smirked and shoved me against a wall forcefully, interrupting my thoughts. I didn't dare open my mouth. Not even to register the pain running rapidly through my body. No, I just gaped at him with my eyes open.

"Don't you ever open your mouth, mute?" Harry's hand was grabbing my wrist and twisting it in the most hurtful way possible, and I closed my eyes, hoping it would end soon.

"What's this?" His cold, deep voice had turned into a completely different tone that I just discovered, and couldn't tell what it was. His jade coloured eyes were on my wrist and he stared at my scars. My eyes were about to pop out of my head.

I shook my head and pushed his chest away. It was the first time I'd done anything that rough to Harry, and I flinched as soon as I did it, knowing that I'd be disciplined with a punch or two now. But instead of hitting me back, his eyes drifted back to my wrist, then back to my eyes.

With a sigh, he said, "S-Stay away, okay?"

It was quieter than usual, and I guess he could tell I was suprised, and he suddenly pushes me lightly to remind me that he was still the bully that he'd always been.

I nodded, not wanting to disobey him.

My life had become a hit and run for Harry. He'd get all his anger out on me and then walk away, but the next day it'd be worse with his four other mates as well.