Eleven

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(So we've discussed Shannon is going to be Sarah Hyland and I've receive two fan pages for both Harry and Shannon and I cried hehe)


Turn Your Face - Little Mix

Colorblind - Natalie Walker

Come Home - One Republic







I'm broken, utterly and totally destroyed.

At this point I have no idea what I am doing with my life. Everything I've ever loved is caving in, everyone I've loved has either left or betrayed. I'm back to square one, Harry had built me up but suddenly I am crashing and tumbling down.

I can't do this, I just can't. I have to, I need to prove them wrong show them I'm strong enough.

Harry. He was my savior, my warrior and now I've lost him. I am completely alone, my curly haired boy has left. Just as my mother had said, he never loved me. She means absolutely nothing to me now, I hate her. Thanks to her he's been accused of an act totally disgusting and unmentionable events. My own boyfriend.. well no longer, cannot even look at me.

Guilt is flooding me, taking over any emotion that is left in my being. I'm going back to being 'that girl'. No one is going to talk to me and I know it. Harry has been here longer than me so god knows how many friends he has here, it's all over.

I just have to carry on, I'll go to sleep and see what happens. Just praying that things won't go to far, push me over. I'm already on thin ice, just one more ounce of weigh and I'll break through never to return.

Just go to sleep...

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I wake up a sweaty mess, I look up to see my beautiful curly boy sitting on the desk across the room. A jerky smirk plays on his lips.

Something isn't right, why is he here? Didn't my mother just ruin everything between us? Why is he here, not that I mind his presence. I actually love him around, but why?

"Hello love.." his smirk hardens deep into his face, almost scaring me a little.

"H-Harry what are you doing here?" my voice is small, fragile almost. I don't like this situation at all, something isn't right.

"So you're spreading rumors about me I see.." His face is now emotionless, only anger burns through his eyes.

What?

"I didn't.."

"You're such an ugly lying bitch! You know that? I can't fucking believe you told everyone I raped you! You obviously don't know me at all, I would never let a sick slut like you fuck me!" I don't say a word, I just stare unable to tell if this is actually happening.

He's being a total asshole, but why?

"Harry... what are you talking about?" I'm shaking in fear, tears rolling down my cheeks.

He stands up and just leaves, leaves me to my crying and death wishes. that's all I want right now. Once I am sure he is far gone, I begin my slow bloody assault.

I reach into my dresser searching around for my hidden knife. Nothing, I can't find anything. Fuck. He must have taken, it so I wouldn't do anything I'd regret. He doesn't know though, I begin to get desperate. I press my thumb nail to my skin, practically sawing at the plain surface. I wince in pain as I break through, I leave about twenty more marks just like this. I'm done, it's all over.

I need something, anything sharp. My grasp falls upon a broken piece of plastic. I pull it to my skin and begin to push it into me. Then everything stops.

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