Scars (H.S. au)

7

A ravaged, war-torn land where nothing grows and the horizons are bleak.

Sam's POV: 

The day was finally over and I was heading to my locker,Nathan beside me. 

"I had a great fIrst day tody Sam." He beamed at me. 

"Me too, and you can call me Samie." I smiled at him genuinely. 

"Well Samie, I think I better be going now. My locker's that way." He pointed to the direction down the hall. "Alright bye!"

"Bye ." I waved at him but he just pulled me in for a hug. The hug was really tight and cozy. I felt like staying in that position forever, never letting go. I liked having someone who cared about me and liked me. But unfortunately, the hug broke and he walked away. 

I sighed to myself. Today was a great day. I felt soo good after sooo long. No Harry, and a good friend. I smiled to myself at the thought, but it soon faded away when I opened up my locker. 

There I saw lying on top of my books was a small note. I carefully picked it up and opened it. It read:

"Today I gave you a break from the daily routine and let you play around with your little new friend. But don't think this is going to last for long. The break from me, nor your little 'friend'.

Meet me first thing tomorrow at the back of school.
-H 

My hands were shaking by the time I had read the note. I feared this guy like no one else. I wasn't stupid to think all this would last forever but I sure as hell didn't think it would last this short. By now I finally realised that I really underestimate everything.Everything..

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Tick tock. Tick tock. Tick tock. 

The only sound surrounding me was the ticking of my wall clock. I was lying straight on my bed with my head situated on my fluffy pillow, hair sprawled out covering the unoccupied space. I stared aimlessly at the ceiling, with thoughts swirling in my restless mind. 

Today went good. Great actually. No verbal nor physical abuse. Pfft, he didn't even come near me after the morning talk with . 

Nathan. The one person who brought so much change in just one day. I was very grateful to him. He reminded me how fun life can be. How to laugh again. Today was like a dream. A dream that I won't get to live or even see for that matter, after today. My curly haired bully would make sure of that. 

Ever since after reading that note I've just been dreading what my life has got to offer me for tomorrow. Will I end up at the hospital again? If so, maybe this time I won't be fortunate enough to have Nathan beside me to take me there. I shuddered at the thought of being left alone again. 

I suddenly felt really exhausted. My face heated up. I was feeling very depressed. The horrible thoughts of what Harry would do to me and that I would be alone once again, kept consuming my mind again and again. Its like I could never be free of all the tension. 

The more free time I had, the more I thought about stuff, which was almost everytime. 

I got up from my relaxed position, well sort of relaxed position and strutted to my attached bathroom. I leaned on the marble sink top with my small hands and looked at myself in the mirror. I was still bruised and the cuts still present, though concealed with my concealer.