Anywhere But Here

Chapter 4

I got off of my bed and walked over to my suitcase, I took out the first aid kit and changed my gauze on my hand, as I was changing my gauze, I felt a presence behind me.

I turned around to see Harry, standing behind me, watching me.

"What happened to your hand?" He asks.

"Nothing, I just accidentally... cut myself." I told him, trying not to flinch as I said 'cut myself'.

"Here, let me see." He says trying to grab my hand, I move it away before he grabs a hold of it.

"It's okay, I got it." I tell him, I didn't want to touch any of these boys, nor did I want them to touch me.

"Why are you always doing that?" He asks, annoyed.

"Doing what?" I ask back, with the same annoyance that was laced in his voice.

"Ya know, not accepting our help, and being rude." He tells me and suddenly my blood boils at this.

"Oh, I don't know, maybe because you all killed my grandmother." I say, putting emphasis on 'killed'.

"Well it wasn't our damn fault, we weren't driving reckless." My heart dropped as he said that.

"Excuse me!?" I say, not knowing to say back to him, I was on the verge of tears.

"I-I didn't mean that. I'm so sorry, Meredith." He said suddenly realizing his mistake and his face softened.

"Leave." I choke out.

"Hey, don't cry, please. I'm really sorry, it just slipped out." He apologized again, but I didn't accept it.

I told him to leave again, and he did this time.

I closed the door, and grabbed my phone from the side table.

I literally can't take it anymore. I need music, not that it'll help much but it'll drown out the world, and that's the only thing that I can do right now.

I put my phone on my mini-stereo thing, put the volume up as high as it could go and clicked shuffle.

The song 'How You Remind Me' by Nickelback came on.

I lay down in my bed, and cry. I miss Grams so much. She left me, now I'm all alone. She promised me she would never leave. And now I'm living with guys who I despise. Can things get any worse.

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I wake up, and don't hear any music.

I look around and I'm under my covers. I don't remember being under here. That's odd.

Luckily my hoodie wasn't taken off, but I felt as if someone was watching me.

I looked around the room and saw Niall, with a smirk on his face.

"Morning." He says, in a deep voice.

"What'd you want?" I ask, straight away.

"Awh, I'm not even gonna get a 'good morning?'" He asks, ignoring my question.

"Good. Morning." I say, with clenched teeth.

"That's a good girl. Now, we are all going to the beach, so get ready, yeah?" He says, and starts leaving the room, but I stop him with my voice.

"How do you know I'm actually gonna go?" I ask.

"Because, One; we are responsible for you, and Two; if you don't, I'll tell the boys everything." He blackmails me.

I look at him, incredulously, then my face changes into fear when I realize two things.

One; I can't swim. Two; I don't wear a bikini because of my scars, and especially since I recently cut, my cuts are probably still dark red, I can feel the burn of them as I think about them.