Scars (H.S. au)

3

Sam's POV:

I lay there alone, regaining my breath, for what felt like hours but had actually been just about ten mintues.

I thought about how one day everything was so beautiful, like my life couldn't be any more perfect. I had parents who loved me so much and got me everything I ever wanted as I was their only child. I was great in school, no teacher ever had a problem with me. I had friends the everyone would die to have; ones that always stayed with you no matter what, ones who would always be behind your back and help you through everything and help you forget every worry. I had a boyfriend. One who listened to my every sorrow and helped me through it. One who bought me everything and took me out to amazing dates. One who I would spend all my time with and he with me. One that everyone wished for. And last but not the aleast, I had a life.

Every single thing that made my life perfect and which made me smile every single day was taken away from me instance leavng nothing more but tearful eyes,empty heart with broken soul crying for help which noone was willing to listen

Nothing has been the same since Harry turned tables. My first and the last boyfriend left me. All the friends I ever had were taken away from me painfully. I started getting lower grades, though not very low, but enough to disappoint the teachers who always thought I would go very far ahead in life. But here I was Lying broken on the cold hard ground.

My parents were the only ones who didn't change. They didn't know about the beatings I got from Harry and his friends at school. They never saw the bruises and cuts I got from school as they were both at work when I came home covered with wounds. I would wash and conceal them before they could see me that way. They didn't know I had no friends at all. They didn't know that the bullying I faced was the reason of my falling grades. All they knew was that I broke-up with Harry because we didn't think it 'worked out'.

I don't even know why the sudden change occured in Harry. I tried asking him but all he would do is beat me. So I stopped asking him and lived with it. Thought the bullying still never ceased. As far as I knew, I did not deserve any of this.

After my long train of thoughts and memories, I finally got up and trudged to the nearest restroom. Pain flared through out my body. Even lifting my leg to take a step hurt.

Once I finally reached the girls' restroom I flopped my school bag on the marble counter top and leaned myself on it till my heavy breathing got steadied and I gained my balance fully. I glanced up at myself in the mirror infront of me, regretting it instantly. Just the sight infront of my eyes made me feel weaker. I had a large bruise on the cheek Harry hit me not once but thrice. The mascara I had applied earlier in the morning had run down and smudged all over my cheeks along with the dry tear marks. I had bruises on my arms from when I was clutching my stomach and Harry's kicks landing on them instead. My blonde hair was messy. Random strands of hair darting in different directions, resulting in fizziness. I had rough patches of dirt on the front of my shirt which I assumed to be the trail Harry's shoes had left behind. I turned around and saw slightly faded dust and dirt from the ground covering my back and bum.

This was a usual thing for me now,something I've got so used to that this temporal pain in my lims just made me distract from he happenings around me . Enduring the pain I got from Harry beating me up and then being left alone with absolutely no one by my side to help me. Then coming to the restroom cleaning myself up after examining every part of my body, covered or uncovered, to see the damage he caused.

I turned back to face the mirror and hung my head down sighing heavily. I reached out and opened my bag. I took out the cotton swabs and the medicine, carrying out my usual everyday routine.