Harry Long Imagine {Completed}

Part 18

Your POV

I was alone again, I had nobody I muttered to myself as I dragged the blade across my wrist. It had been the most awful few months without Harry and what made it even worst was that everything was getting much harder for me. Brooke and her gang gave me even worst beatings but Daria wouldn't come anymore. I suspected that it was cause of Harry but I didn't want my thoughts to float to him. My sense of myself diminished because I didn't care what I looked like anymore. I barley bathed let alone eat or take pride in how I looked, I really just wanted to crawl in a ditch and die. I had already received my beating as I walked into the school with my head down and my hands tugging at my back back. It doesn't don't help that the kids in my school would snicker or throw stuff at me as well, I tugged at my sweater trying to hide my body but I could already see the girls and boys talk about me. I sighed when I finally reached my locker and put in my combination opening it and beginning to get my stuff for my classes. I felt a tap on my shoulder and I rolled my eyes half expecting it to be Harry, only I was surprised. It was some boys in my class. I looked up at them and had an awful feeling about what was about to take place.

"Hey chubs Brooke tells us you need to loose weight so we're here to help you", Cain smirked up at me.

I didn't have time to answer before I was shoved to the ground with a sickening thud, the reached for my sweater and tore it. One of Caine friends handed him a container and he dumped the entire contents of a protein shake on me. I tried to sit up to get the liquid off my face to breath but they held me down. Finally they let me go and I shot up coughing up shake and I think my lung came out as well.

"There chubs, maybe that would help you to become pretty. You're a nerd to, why don't you calculate that'll there cause you're never going to be cool or pretty", Cain spat at me and walked away with his friends.

"Are you ok", Harry came over to me as I say against the lockers.

"What do you think", I muttered and looked down at my torn sweater.

"Here take mine", he gave me it before Daria came over and pulled Harry away.

"Come on Harry, everybody is looking for you".

My bloody hand reached for the wall as I lifted myself from the ground and tried to stumble my way home. My hair was knotted and my torn sweater was thrown away and replaced by Harry's fleece one only it was covered in blood now. I dragged my back pack behind me as I walked home with tears streaming down my face and my body sore and throbbing. I had no one, was the only thing that I could think of as I made my way home. I finally was a block away from home and I couldn't wait to lock myself in the bathroom and cut. Then I would be able to take a shower and sleep, sleep is the only time I had piece other than that I had none of it. I opened the door of our home and a look of confusion took over my face when I saw suitcases next to the door.

"Mom, dad", I heard my older sister yell out.

I froze, I was busted. How was I going to explain why I came home looking like I had been hit by a bus to her. Harper had been gone for college since August and it was March already, what was she doing home. Shit, my mom did warn me she would be home in a month. Had it already been a month.

"I'm hoooo, oh my god Y/n!! What happened", she gasped.

"Harper, nice to see you", I tried to smile at her but I failed miserably.

"Sis, oh my god. I'm going to call mom", she reached for the phone.

"Harper nooo!!!", I yelled snatching the phone from her.

"Y/n tell me what's happening", she demanded.

"Harper I'll tell you everything as long as you promise not to tell mom and you let me bathe", I choked out.

"Ok, I'll make tea for you", she gave me a firm hug.

I sighed into that hug, it had been so long since someone had hugged me like that or even paid attention to me. It was like I was getting the hole filled that had taken up residence in my life for so long.

"Don't worry sis, I'm going to help you out".

I had showered and cleaned up, not to mention that I had carved myself some more. I didn't let Harper see as I wore a blue fuzzy robe as I say in my bed, Harper sat behind me as brushed my hair out for me. She didn't say a word as she did so, the hot cups of tea sat in my bedside table as she hummed and brushed my hair out. I didn't know how we should start the conversation, what was she going to ask was I going to have the right answers. I didn't know at this point but I knew I was going to be honest with her.

"When did it start", she asked quietly.

"Freshmen year, a girl in my class made fun of my cause I had stretch marks on my thighs when I was changing for gym", I sighed.

"They call you fat", she looked at me in disbelief.

"Nerd, virgin. You name it", I sighed.

"Virginia isn't an insult it means you take pride in yourself to not throw away something so import at to anyone", she explained.

"How are you coping with it", she asked.

"Well I um, I I I", I stuttered.

"Tell me baby sister", she held my hands.

I did notice that I didn't clean up my cuts very well and that blood had started to seep down my wrists. She caught the drop of blood with her thumb and looked up at me, she carefully rolled up my sleeve and saw my scars.

"Y/n, don't ever do this to yourself. I'm here and I'm going to show you better ways to let out emotions ok", she hugged me.

"And what about eating, do you skip meals", she demanded to know. I could hear her heart break when I nodded yes.

"Oh sweetie", she pulled me into her arms and held me tight. I could feel the cold and hollowness start to melt away as she held me.

"Look sis, your in luck. Spring break is next week and I'm going to help you out, we're going to do a makeover and we're going to hit the gym. I'll show you how to eat healthy. We're going to get your life back on track ok", she whispered in my ear. Tears ran down my face at the thought, finally someone was going to help me.

"Thank you, so much".