The Power of Makeup ||L.S||

New Start

Heyo! So this fic may be offensive to some people as it has a major trigger warning I think. So read at your own risk.

I hope you like it! Enjoy xx

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"Harry let's go"

my mom yelled from downstairs. I grabbed my last box and checked my room over again to make sure I don't miss anything. After looking and seeing nothing, I walked out of my room and stared at it from the hallway.

"Time to start new Harry. Time for a new life." I said to myself. I inhaled and closed my door slowly before making my way out of my house and into my mom's car. As my mom's car drove off, I looked back at my house that was filled with awful memories and traumatic experience. It's like everything that had happened was flashing before my eyes and it sent shivers down my spine. I looked away from the god awful house and focused back on the road. My mom reached over and grabbed my hand.

"It's okay babe. Everything is going to get better now." She said to me. Her voice so calming and smooth. I squeezed her small gentle and soft hand in mine giving her a silent thank you.

I pulled down the visor which had a little mirror and I checked my makeup. Everything looked good to me. I was never into wearing makeup. It wasn't my thing but ever since...nothing, never mind. Y'all don't need to know that yet. My mom placed her hand on my face and gently rubbed her thumb over my cheek.

"Babe you are so pretty even without the makeup. Why do you wear so much babe?" She questioned. I gave her a "you know why" look and she nodded her and and put her hand back on the wheel.

Right now we are moving away from Cheshire to Doncaster which is about a 2 hour drive. I pulled out my phone and plugged in my headphones. I went to my playlist and put on shuffle. The first song that came on was one of my favorites. The Chain by Fleetwood Mac.

I don't remember falling asleep but I guess I did because my mom is shaking me awake right now. I groaned and opened my eyes.

"We're here love." She whispered ever so gently. I stretched and opened my door and got out. I looked at our new house which is really nice. It's not expensive looking, the house just looks so clean. So fresh and new. It was painted the most beautiful shade of blue with white outlining the edges. The grass was so green and leveled. Everything about this house just shouted new and I couldn't be anymore happier. My mom came over to me and grabbed my hand. Together we walked into our new home. Our new start.

The inside of the house was welcoming. It gives off a comfortable vibe that I'm falling in love with .

"Wow" I said breathlessly.

"I knew you would like it." My mom said proudly.

"Go pick a room my love and start unpacking." She told me.

"Yes mum." I told her back. I walked towards the stairs and started walking up it. What felt like forever was only a minute when I reached the door to my new room. I reached for the door handle and opened it revealing a empty room. It's a lot bigger than I expected.

"Mum I found my room!" I yelled out.

"Ok babe now go get your stuff from the vehicle!" She shouted back. I walked down the stairs and towards the car. I went back and forward getting boxes and after a good 10 minutes, I finally finished. I stood up and took a breath and started digging through the boxes to start setting up my room. I grabbed my blankets and put it on the bed that was left with the room. I then grabbed all my clothes and out it into my closet that is really big. I made sure everything was organized and neat. I walked out of my room with a box in my hand and walked into the restroom. I set up my toothbrush and my soaps and scented candles.I put up my new shower curtains which matches the carpet.

I then started grabbing my make up out of my bag. First I set up all the brushes. Then the foundations, the powder, the eye shadow, pretty much all the make up I have which is a lot. It's insane really. How I have so much make up and yet I use it almost everyday. After I finished setting the towels and double checking everything, I looked at myself in the mirror. I grabbed a make up remover wipe and wiped off half of my face. I looked at myself like that for awhile. How much make up can make a difference. How much it can cover up. I felt my eyes start tearing up the more I stared at my face in the dirty dirty mirror. I look in my eyes and see a story. A story I know to well.

I finished wiping off the make up and walked downstairs. My mom looked at me and smiled. But behind her eyes, I can see that she is sorry. I can see her heart breaking every time she looks at me. I can see the urge in her movements to go and hug me and never let go. Making me feel loved and beautiful.

"Dinner is ready love" She said. Her voice so soft and smooth. I nodded my head and walked to the table and sit down. After eating she gave me a kiss goodnight. She looked at me for a good while with a soft smile on her lips. Her eyes filled with love.

"Goodnight babe. I love you." She said. "I love you too mum. Night" I said back to her and she walked off.

I walked up to my room and closed my door. I took off my shirt and my pants before laying down and finally closing me eyes and falling into a deep nice sleep.

I woke up the next morning sweaty and breathing rapidly. Last night I had a nightmare. It felt so real. The adrenaline, the feeling of body movements clashing with each other. I heard all the yelling and screaming. I felt myself shaking every second as I keep thinking about it. I shaked it out of my head and got up from my bed. I started unpacking a few more boxes for the kitchen and the living room. My mom walked into the kitchen at 1:00 in the afternoon.

"Damn mom. I am guessing you slept good?" I said. My voice cheerful and playful. She laughed 

"Oh yes the best sleep ever babe. How did you sleep?" She asked.

I felt my face change. And the once happy and jokeful atmosphere changed into a serious and scared one.

"I dreamed about it again mum. Every night mum. It's like they don't go away." I said. I broke down she held me close and whispered calming things into my ear. That night I didn't sleep. I stared up at the ceiling thinking of questions.

Am I always going to be like this?

When will the nightmares stop?

Am I ever going to be able to move on and look past this?

Will I ever be free from this black never ending hole filled with memories I don't want to remember.

Flashbacks that I wished I still don't see. Sensations of me feeling or seeing it right next to me.

Will things ever go back to normal?

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Hey! Sorry this chapter is very short. I'll try my best to write more. Like I said in the beginning notes, there is a trigger warning. So read at your own risk.

I hope you enjoyed the first chapter :) I want to thank you for giving me and my fic a chance. I promise I won't disappoint.

Um I don't know what else to say so um yea haha. Bye!