Bully to Bully

Medicine

HARRY'S P.O.V

I staggered along the crowded halls to get to the bathroom but someone pushed me into the wall on purpose. I snapped my head around when my body collided with the concrete to see a group of girls walking away and laughing at me. Even girls are bullying me now?

I carried on limping as the crowd forced me to go and I managed to break away into the bathroom's open door. Everyone else was leaving for next lesson which hopefully meant that I would be alone. I locked the door and dragged myself over to the sink and mirrors. Tears started to spill out of my eyes as I saw my reflection for the first time and the numbness suddenly melted away. I could feel it now. The pain. The humiliation. The reality.

The hurt started to clog in my throat and my tears blurted out in showers. My chest heaved ruggedly as I leant over the sink and looked at myself through my fringe.

The blood was still fresh; dripping from my eyebrow and down my side burn. Someone had kicked me. My lips had started to purple. Someone had punched me. My eyes carried on waterring. Louis had left me.

I couldn't breathe.

He wasn't there for me.

Ed wasn't there for me.

Liam wasn't there for me.

The teachers weren't there for me.

My family wasn't there for me.

No-one was there for me.

I was alone.

I turned around drunkenly and slid down the sinks. My body crumpled against the tiles and my head smashed against them in seemingly slow motion. My phone started to ring in the darkness.

I've never told a lie and that makes me a liar.
I've never made a bet, but we gamble with desire.
I've never lit a match with intent to start a fire,
But recently the flames are geting out of control.

Call me a name, kill me with words. Forget about me, it's what I deserve.

The ringing finished which meant that the caller had given up and hung up.

I got what I deserved, I was well and trully forgotten.

LOUIS' P.O.V

I could hear Liam running after me but everything else was numb. What have I done? I've ruined Harry's life that's what.

I started it and then left him. I thought I was doing the better thing rather than joining in with the beating but now I've figured that it's easier to forgive a punch rather than betrayal.

Or I could have done nothing at all.

Liam was close now as I could hear his panting and then his large hand snatched my shoulder and spun around.

"What?" I huffed. He just stared at me mortified.

"I thought you'd done it Lou." I could feel his voice laced with disappointment.

"I thought you'd changed. I guess you're still the heartless prick you've always been." He said coldly and waited for me to argue an excuse. When my mouth only spluttered he turned around and left me.

My eyes burned as I felt the immediate pain of Liam's absence but my mouth had no words to call him back. When he slammed through the double doors at the end of the corridor, I flinched and whimpered. He was gone. Harry was gone. Everyone was gone.

I was alone.

I turned around shakily and clutched the insides of my pockets. I could feel my heart thundering around my head and echoing in my hood. My breaths hitched in between my dry lips and my eyes darted around the corridor.

It was completely empty but I could feel everyone looking at me. Only my mum knew about my anxiety, to everyone else I was a little too cocky. They should know that laughter covers your insecurities quite well.

The bathroom door appeared on my left and I fell exhaustedly in to it. I thought it would fold open easily but instead I face-planted it as it didn't move an inch. I pushed again tiredly and it didn't move. I slammed my fists onto it and it didn't move.

"Urghh." I groaned in frustration as I fished into my pocket for the key that opens every door in the school that I had nicked from the cleaners' closet.

I turned the key successfully and then finally trudged into the room. I remembered to lock the door though as I didn't fancy any visitors myself.

I heard someone crying before I could step another foot in and I immediately wanted to leave. But of course, I was nosy and continued.

"Hello?" I whispered as I peaked around the corner but who ever the mess on the floor was, they didn't move at all.

"Hello." I repeated louder as I stood over them. I looked at their face and realised that those curls were under my nose this morning.

Now when I've found Harry crying before, I've panicked and tried to comfort him, but not this time. I was too numb to comfort. I was too guilt-trodden to touch someone. I was so close to breaking down that if I knelt down any closer to him, I'd collapse too.

But seeing him like that, a puddle of blood seeping and sticking to his hair. Tears spilling out onto the tiles and his chest heaving- it added a weight to my conscience. I felt a lot heavier. I felt as heavy as I did when I had my first panic attack. Like my legs were lead and my feet were boulders. My nothingness existed and it pressed me down to the ground.

I slid down the sinks and sat there shivering next to him. I didn't touch him though with fear of spreading my disease.

His head lifted slightly and I could tell that he was trying to see who it was. I could feel his eyes on me but I just blanked out with my focus on the stall's door opposite me. His mouth opened as if to say something but then he turned back around with a sigh and then effortlessly lay back down on the floor.

His hand stretched weakly across the tiles and grasped for the straps of his bag. He dragged it across to him and searched its contents. I tried to look back at the door but my mind was in a state where it was doing things and not listening or doing nothing and not listening. My co-ordination was completely gone considering I felt like a floating rock.

He lifted his phone out of his bag and pressed it twice before dropping it. I flinched at the crack but Harry folded to the floor like his actions had drained all of his energy. The gentle chords of Medicine by The 1975 started to flow from the speakers and I leaned back in content. We both loved this song and we lay crying in a school bathroom in mutual confusion.

UNKNOWN P.O.V

Harry didn't pick up for the fifth time but I didn't expect him to. I was ringing because I wanted him to hear my suicide not read about it.

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SERIOUSLY RECOMMEND YOU LISTENING TO THE TWO SONGS MENTIONED IN THIS CHAPTER:

Jaesey Ray~ All Time Low
Medicine~ The 1975

BOTH VERY VERY SICK TUNES😜

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