Shattered

Chapter Fourteen

WARNING THIS CHAPTER HAS SOME GRAPHIC SELF HARMING IN IT

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It's been hours since we left the hospital. I have no idea where we're going. I started to doze off in the back seat, but Harry kept honking the horn to make sure I was awake. I was terrified, but exhausted at the same time. My body was at war with myself, to fall asleep, or to not. I resorted to fiddling my thumbs and tapping my feet.

"Stop. That." Harry growled. I stopped tapping my feet and just looked out the window. It was just open field and plains. I had no idea where we were. The car abrubtly stopped and Harry got out, and opening the door for me, yanked me out of the car by my wrists, which the scars still hurt. About a hundred yards away, I saw an old house, surrounded by trees and a barn.

"Go there. I'll be back." He hopped into the car again and sped off, leaving only a trail of dust. I was now crying and shaking, and salty tears ran down my bony face and frail body. Shakily walking the hundred yards to the house, I thought about all the bad things that could happen.

I could never meet my real Dad

I could never go back into London

I could be tortured

I could be killed

That didn't reassure me very much, so I started running to the house. I got to the door and pushed it open, revealing a very well put together house. A big living room and renovated kitchen. Still crying, I walked up to the kitchen. Grabbing a knife, I ran my hand over the edge of the knife. Looking at this brought back so many bad memories. Memories that I swore never to revisit ever again. I lifted up the sleeve of my cardigan to reveal the scars of my past. Tears slipped down my face and my eyes stung. Putting the knife up to my wrist, I took a deep breath.

ONE FOR BEING SUCH A COWARD! I thought and pressed the knife down on my skin, and the sound of the skin tearing brought a good feeling to my mind. Blood dripped down my skin, and frankly, I've missed this feeling so much. It brought adrenaline to my body and made me feel accomplished for once. This is the only thing that made me feel good about myself. Depression has taken over me, and demons fill my mind with negative thoughts.

ONE FOR BEING A FAILURE TO YOUR FAMILY! I cried and sliced my skin once more, sending a rush through my veins. The sticky substance stained my wrist a red colour and I smiled to myself.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" Harry roared. The knife slipped from my hand and cut my foot. I cringed, but didn't dare say anything. I covered my wrist with my sleeve and bit my lip.

"I ASKED YOU A QUESTION!" He was raging. His nostrils flared and his face was tinted pink.

I pointed to my lips and shook my head.  

"TALK!" More tears slipped down my face and I violently shook my head. His face was suddenly hit with guilt and his expression changed from pure anger to sympathy.

"Why do you do this? What have I done to you? Why?" Harry was pacing around now and I backed into the corner of the kitchen.

I shrugged. I couldn't exactly remember why or when I started, but some memories were coming back. Some of the worst memories. The ones I didn't want to remember. Tears slipped from my eyelashes. Without warning, Harry grabbed my wrists and forced the cardigan sleeve up. I screamed and pulled my hand back.

"I just want to see." He said softly. I lifted up my sleeve and put out my hand. He gasped softly and gingerly ran his thumb over my arm. I breathed out jagged breaths and wiped my cheeks. Harry still looking at my scars, brought my wrist to his lips, and kissed all of them. Each and every one. Faded or still fresh, he kissed them all. I was astounded. I thought Harry was crazy. Maybe he just needed love? What am I saying? 

He kidnapped me! 

I yanked my arm back and glared at him, his head still bent down and his lips still pursed.

"What?" He growled.

 I motioned for a paper and pen and he groaned. He opened a couple drawers and finally pulled out a pad of paper and a pen.

Tell me about you past

Harry's face turned pale.

"No. Not right now." He left the kitchen and stormed upstairs. Leaving me utterly confused, I shook my head and took a place on the couch. Curling up and starting to cry, I managed to cry myself to sleep. But not for very long. Before long, I was awake, and laying in an unknown, dark, scary place.

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