Scars (H.S. au)

4

 Song for the chapter:

Fix you -Coldplay

7 Months later:...

Nothing has changed the same old scars which did'nt get  chance to fade that there were new on my skin .Everything was what I had never expected.

Sam's POV:

Sounds and cheers of happiness errupted throughout the class, and most likely the whole school, as the bell rang. The last lesson had finally ended and even though it was still just monday, everyone was more than happy to be welcomed in their houses and warm beds. 

I, however, was not. Its not that I won't be welcomed at home or won't like it because I'm sure I'd love more than anything else to go and have some much needed rest in my oh so comfy bed. But what did stop me from being happy was one thing or should I say one person? Harry. 

Just saying or even hearing his name gave me shivers. The boy I thought I loved just 2 years ago is the boy I hate now. Or did I even hate him? I never knew. Hate. Is a strong word,but I guess in one or the other way I wanted to hate him but it was just not me . I always hated when he would beat me and bully me. But even though I had a strong reason to use the strong word, I could never think about hating him. 

My thoughts were always so jumbled up. And I had no one to share them with. I was bottled up with depressing thoughts. My mom and I share a lot of stuff. She usually tells me what happens around at the clinic, what types of patients she meets, what new experiences she has, and even about stuff other than the clinic. I, too, share as much as I can with her. But I can never muster up enough courage to tell her anything about Harry and the bullying. 

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I went to my locker again for the last time today and got my homework and test books. I had a math and english poetry homework and a geography test the day after. After the exchange of books between my bag and locker I shut my locker closed, but not before taking a glance in the rather small mirror I kept inside it. 

I looked as usual; grey eyes tired and gloomy, hair frizzy in some parts and smooth on the other, and my lips a nice natural pink colour but a little chapped on due to dryness. 

I went to the back doors of school to meet my doom while everyone else went to the opposite direction; the front gates. 

I peered at the people passing on my sides and saw them talking and laughing, some discussing plans for the coming weekend already.

I ducked my head down again looking at floor, not being able to take the sadness anymore. I felt so pathetic. No one liked me. I had no point in being alive. Other than my loving parents. They're the only people who gave me hope and a reason to live.

I tried to shake the depressing thoughts out of my head that seemed to get inside whenever I was alone, which I can assure you isn't very seldom. 

I got to the back doors and turned my head around before entering to see everyone gone to their busy, happy lives while I went to my ugly, painful life. I sighed at the thoughts that managed to enter my mind once again. 

I took a deep breath and turned the handle down, pulling it towards me. 

It is just collecting the homework material isn't it? No. 

When Harry calls me to him especially at the end of school and he's alone, or with the exception of Louis and Niall sometimes, there's always physical abuse involved. I can't remember the last time we were alone and he did not hurt me physically. 

I stepped out to the open atmosphere. It was a bit chilly. Autumn was nearing. My hands started shaking but it was mostly because of fear. My heartbeat increased like all the other times. 

I walked further out. A frown etched across my forehead when I saw no one standing there. Maybe he tricked me? 

I decided to walk and look around just incase he was there and I didn't have to suffer the consequences of leaving. I took a right turn and my legs took me ahead. I heard rustling behind me but saw no one there when I turned and looked. I dismissed the sound and kept walking. Suddenly two hands grabbed my waist rather painfully and jerked me towards them. I squealed as they did so. 

My back hit with a hard surface which I quickly assumed to be the person's chest. My eyes went wide with the suddenness and my heartbeat's pace quickened even further. My breathing was fast and heavy and my hand instinctively found its way to my chest pressing it in attempt to control it. 

A hand left my waist and came up to sweep my hair to the left side out of my heated face and dropped back to its previous place again. I felt hot breath on the skin of my bare shoulder and curls tickling my cheek.

"Going somewhere are we?" The raspy voice that I'd reconginze anywhere spoke. "Escaping maybe, hmm?"

I was still recovering from my shock and heavy breathing when Harry grabbed my the hand from my chest and harshly spun me around, making me almost lose my balance and drop. 

His face was very close to mine, his warm breath fanning my face. He looked down at me with dark eyes, showing nothing but anger and hatred, none of which I knew the reason of. Even at a time like this, I couldn't help but notice his beauty; his beautiful green orbs that were dark at the moment, the way his hair was swept across his face and transformed into soft curls and ringlets, the smooth tanned skin with little stubble on his chin, and his pefect pink lips that I wanted to attach mine to so much. I remembered the way we used to kiss. So long and passionate. The sweet taste of his lips still familiar to me. 

I really could never hate the person infront of me no matter what he did to me.

"N-no, I was l-looking for you," I stuttered even after the countless times I tried not to. I looked down at his hand that was still holding my wrist, as I spoke, too afraid to look at him. 

SMACK! 

"Look at me when you speak," his volume was so loud it made me flinch and stumble back. He grabbed hold of my shoulder and bent his neck a little so his face was hovering over mine. "And as if you were actually looking for me. Huh. I know you were trying to get awa-"

"No, I-I swear I wasn't H-harry." Looking at him as I spoke, I stuttered again, not being able to say his name in one go.

SMACK! 

"Bullshit!" He spat at me. "And don't you dare cut me off again!" 

Being smacked on the same place twice and with great pressure, it hurt so much. I could taste blood trickling inside my mouth from the insides of my cheeks. Tears sprung to my eyes but I tried to hold them back, blinking. 

"You love being hit don't you?" His fist connected with my lower abdomen in a very harsh painful manner. 

"You always do stuff that makes me angry," another punch landed on my stomach making me double over in pain. 

"And.then.I.end.up.hitting.you." He spoke those words in between every kick he delivered to my stomach. Yes, he changed to kicks from punches and they hurt much more if that was even possible. Every muscle in my body hurt at this point. Knees buckling, I had no strength to stand on my legs anymore. It was just because of Harry still holding my shoulders, in an iron grip I may add, that I was still standing. 

I started feeling dizzy from all the pain. I couldn't see properly, partly because of the tears blurring my vision and partly because of the dizziness. Harry let go of my shoulders, making me collapse on the ground instantly. I scraped the delicate skin of my elbow on the rough ground. He threw his leg out to kick me, which landed at my thigh. I rolled over with the force so now I was face down on the ground. He kicked again on the other thigh. All the time I was screeching as pain took over every inch of my body. 

I turned again on my side, bending my knees to my chest, holding them close. He kicked and stomped his foot on me a couple more times; some landing on my back and some on the shin of my legs. 

Now I felt even more dizzy and I felt like I was gonna pass out any moment. My screams slowed down gradually. My voice no more coming out of my aching throat. Harry eventually slowed down too, coming to a halt finally. 

My body hurt even though I didn't move a muscle. My body that was all heated up just a second ago felt cold the instant Harry stopped and backed away, leaving me to shiver in my crouched laying postition. 

I was still gasping for air after he left. My eyes were closed and I kept on weeping, hoping he had left. 

I heard some shuffling at a distance and then heavy footsteps approaching. I peeked an eye open to see Harry holding a few books.

"Here's the homework material. Its due Thursday, and I expect to have it with me by Wednesday. You have 2 days to complete it which I think are more than enough." Harry threw the books on me. The hard, pointy corners of them biting into my already sore skin. 

"And it better be neat and clean with absolutely no girly colour pens; its either dark blue or black. I hope I've made myself clear."

He crouched over me on one knee. He brought a hand up to move the hair from my face. A smirk pulled at his lips seeing my vulnerable and hurt state. He got up pressing his hand on me for support as he did so, on purpose. I winced at the harsh forceful touch. The smirk that never left his face grew wider. 

He turned me onto my back from my former position using his right foot. 

Two hard kicks were delivered to my stomach, making me double over again, groans of pain left my lips, as my eyes shut and arms clenched my stomach.

Harry chuckled wickedly at my response and walked away, feeling satisfied with himself, and left me behind. 
At this momen I wanted nothing more to die at this very moment with a heavy hear and wet eyes
That's all I remember before dark spots dotted my vision and I blacked out.

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