I stand up and look down at the bed, holding my breath in fear.
Do not cry.
Do not cry.
I sink to my knees, placing my hands on the edge of the bed and run my fingers over the golden stars spread across the royal blue comforter. I stare at the stars until they begin to blur from the tears that are now clouding my vision.
I squeeze my eyes shut and bury my head into the bed, grabbing fistfuls of the blanket. My body begins to shake as the tears I've been trying so hardly to contain violently come out of me. I begin to scream and rip the blanket off the bed, toss it across the room, and allow it to take anything down in its path.
My hands ball into fists as I frantically look around for something else to throw. I need something else to throw, this pain demands to be felt. I look at my reflection in the mirror on the wall and the tears begin to swell in my eyes again coming out even more violently then they did the first time. I grab the pillows off the bed and chuck them at the reflection in the mirror of the girl I no longer know. I watch as the girl in the mirror stares back at me, sobbing hysterically. The loneliness in her eyes, the weakness in her tears, it infuriates me even more. I begin to run towards the girl as she begins to run towards me until our fists collide against the glass, smashing the mirror. I watch as she falls and million tiny pieces of shattered glass engulf her.
I grip the edges of the dresser and push it sideways, pulling myself up and let out another scream that has been trapped inside of me. When the dresser comes to rest on its back, I rip open the drawers and throw the miscellaneous contents across the room, spinning and throwing and kicking at everything that comes into contact with me. I grab a fistful of sheer blue curtains and yank them until the rod snaps and they fall around me. I reach over to the boxes piled high in the corner and, without even knowing what's inside, I take the top one and throw it against the wall with as much force as my female body can possibly contain.
"I hate you!" I cry. "I hate you, I hate you!"
I'm throwing whatever I can find in front of me at whatever else I can find in front of me. Every time I open my mouth to scream, I taste the salt from the tears that are streaming down my face and right into my agape mouth.
Harry's arms suddenly engulf me from behind and grip me so tightly I become immobile. I toss and scream some more until my actions are just reactions.
"Stop," he says calmly against my ear, unwilling to release me. I hear him, but I pretend i don't because I simply don't care. I continue to struggle against his grasp, but it gets me no where as he only tightens his grip.
"Don't touch me!" I yell at the top of my lungs, the words burning my throat as they come out my mouth. I begin clawing at his arms but, again, it doesn't faze him.
"Don't touch me. Please, please, please," I think to myself. The small voice echoes in my mind and I become weaker as my tears grow stronger, consuming me. I immediately become limp in his arms, I become nothing more than a carrier for the tears that won't stop shedding.
I am weak, and I'm letting him win.
Harry loosens his grip around me and I fall limp to the ground, too weak to support my own weight. He places his hands on my shoulders, then turns me around to face him. I can't even look at him. I melt against his chest from exhaustion and defeat, taking in fistfuls of his shirt as I sob, my cheek pressed against his heart. He places his hand on the back of my head and lowers his mouth to my ear.
"Blair." His voice is steady. "You need to leave, now."
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Surrender
FanfictionThe fan fiction, Surrender, is based off of a book series by Colleen Hoover called 'Hopeless'. However, many parts in Surrender have been altered for the fan fiction while other parts remain magnificently written by Ms. Colleen Hoover. Because of th...