I'm still confused about Harry's behaviour and the words he said to me. Somehow he stucks in my head. I try to do my homework but I really can't concentrate. So I head over to Facebook. Horrible mistake!
"Kill yourself!"
"You are unnecessary"
"You suck!"
There are so many of those messages I receive every fucking day.
I close my eyes for a second when I get a new message. It's from... Harry?!
"Are you feeling better?" What? What's going on?
"Yeah, thank you." I simply reply. I don't know what else to write. Why would Harry care about how I feel? Maybe he use it against me after all.
"Glad to hear that :)" What? I can't think clearly. This confuses me completely. He never talks a lot to me. He never cared about me. Yeah, he doesn't bully me but... okay, okay. I take a deep breath. What should I answer?
"Thank you" is what I reply. Was that good? Or bad? It's just a simple thank you that he asked me how I am. Nothing more.
"Thank you for what?" I would love to reply "For being here" but that would be a mistake. Shit. Why did I even reply "thank you" to him? Ahhhh I hate myself.
"For asking me how I am." Now I'm completely fucked up.
"I was just polite. Don't ever think something wrong. I still don't care about you." Oups. Thank you. How nice. Why did I even think that he cares about me. No one does. Oh. I forgot. My family does. He's an asshole. Like anyone else.
"I won't." I simply reply. Now he's offline. God. Why am I so fucking stupid all of the time? I never learn from any of my mistakes. I trust too easily and I feel too deeply.
I close my laptop and lay down on my bed. I don't want to cry. Not again. I see the scissor on the table. I know in the end it never helps but it helps for the moment and maybe it's all what I need right now. Just one more time... Just one more cut.
I stand up, take the scissor and sit down again. I look down on my wrist. Oh. It doesn't even look that bad if you compare it to the times I actually hurted myself in a way. I take a deep breath and push the sharp and cold material a few too many times against my wrist until blood finally comes to it's surface. This felt good. I don't know if I'm feeling better now... it's all so empty inside, but I can tell that the pain in my body isn't as bad as the pain on my wrist. So it was worth it... even if I know it was so so wrong.
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Bullied (A Harry Styles Fanfiction)
FanfictionLucy gets bullied in school. Everyday gets worse and she doesn't know what to do. All of these suddens someone is here for her that she never expected who can help her. His name is Harry.