Not Alone - L.S.

Chapter Two

H A R R Y

I felt like my the legs would collapse underneath me sending me sinking into the floor that would hopefully swallow me hole and take me somewhere. Somewhere better. Somewhere safer.

Which sounds crazy. What place in the ground could be better that on earth.

Anything.

Sometimes I feel like this is over exaggerating. Maybe someone somewhere was feeling even worse than me. Going through a whole lot more than me.

Maybe I'm just weak. Maybe this isn't that bad. Plenty of people get bullied. Beat up. Harassed. Plenty of people live their lives without parents. Plenty of people live in a home with abusive people who don't love them.

Maybe that's normal for people. Maybe I'm making too big of a deal of something small.

But the bruises that constantly litter my once smooth pale skin, that never get to fade replaced by new, worse ones, beg to differ.

The constant feeling of pain that weighed a ton on my heart beg to differ.

The shaking of my bones, that indicated I was afraid. The constant, haunting feeling that I need to look over my shoulder for nearing danger beg to differ.

The whole in my heart that love should fill beg to differ.

I beg to differ.

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" Isn't that the boy that cuts"
A high pitched voice said from somewhere behind me. I was in homeroom with my head down and I silently prayed that God would maybe give me a chance.

Just for today.

I really wasn't feeling getting hit today. The bruises left over from yesterday and this morning really hurt and I felt so weak that a mere breath would probably knock me down.

I wheezed loudly feeling like an elephant decided to plop on my chest causing it to hurt in ordered for me to breath. My eyes hurt so I couldn't blink very hard. And everything. Just. Hurt.

" Yea. He obviously does it for attention, I mean if he was really in pain and did it for the right reasons he wouldn't flaunt it. He just wants someone to see it so they feel bad for him" the other gurl scoffed.

I lightly shook my head.

She's wrong.

I can't stand how people just assume things. Who cuts for attention. It was stupid.

No one here but me knows what I go through and it's wrong to just assume something about someone without knowing what happens at home.

" Yeah. But.. he does get treated pretty badly here at school. Maybe that's reason enough. I kinda feel bad."

A familiar voice said and I almost cracked a smile.

Almost.

I probably would of if it weren't for the fact that it'd be painful.

I knew this person. It was perrie Edwards. Some footie players girlfriend. I've always seen her around but she never tried to help me.

But the fact that she felt sympathy was enough. All it took was for someone to care. Even a little. It gave me hope. That maybe not everyone was heartless.

" Yeah. But the best of us get picked on in school. It happens. Hes just dramatic."

" But he has bruises on him. I mean it's a little more than getting picked on. "