Mistreated
Different
Monday October 21st
Iris’s POV:
Yesterday, Skye ditched church and took me shopping. I never went to church because I was never really invited. Skye bought me some more Christmas lights for the future. I’m surprised her and Brielle haven’t asked what’s wrong with me, but maybe it’s because they’re scared. They found me on the floor trying to cut myself, I’d be scared if I were in their positions too. Brielle took me to Juice It Up later on. I have a feeling they’re just trying to watch me and make sure I don’t hurt myself anymore.
I was tempted to ditch school today but I really want to graduate. I know there’s going to come a point when the principal complains to my parents that I’ve missed too much school and try to kick me out. I’m shocked he hasn’t done it already. Walking back into this hellhole sucks.
I couldn’t believe my eyes when I got to my locker. Harry stood before it with a bouquet of flowers in his hands. What does he think he’s doing? I don’t think Riley would be very happy with him if she saw this.
“Hey,” he smiled and showed off his dimples. I just stared at him completely speechless. What do I say to the guy who broke me? What do I say to the person who makes me feel like I’m going insane? “These are for you,” he held the flowers out for me. “They’re irises.”
I frowned and pushed the flowers away from me before opening up my locker. I studied the locker as hard as I could, hoping I won’t have to look at the boy. The flowers came back into my sight and were placed in my locker.
“Have a good day,” he whispered and walked away. What the fuck was that? Is that his way of apologizing? Well, nothing is forgiven. I don’t think I could ever forgive him for what he did. Not after he knew all I’ve been through.
I sighed and pulled my school books out of my locker. I turned my head to look back at the boy I once called my friend. What I found to be strange was that people were staring at Harry, not me. Is something going on or are they all wide eyed because Harry gave me flowers? Who knows? This is going to be a long day.
When break came around, I just hid in the girl’s bathroom in one of the stalls. That had to be the most awkward experience I ever had. I was not enjoying hearing all these pretty girls do their business.
Lunch was much better for me since I hid out in Mrs. Clark’s room. I don’t know why I didn’t just go there for break but I wish I did. In here, there’s no disgusting noises being made. I was just able to sit in a quiet room reading a good book.
“Hey Mrs. Clark,” I heard a familiar voice rasp. Crap.
“Hey Harry, what are you up to?”
“Just bringing Iris some food.”
“That’s sweet of you,” Mrs. Clark cooed.
Fuck my life. Why won’t he just leave me alone? His plan was leaked to me, and I’m out of his life. He got what he wanted, so why push it any further?
A tray of food was placed onto the desk I was sat at, “Here.”
I pushed the tray away, “I don’t want this, Harry.”
“Well I paid for it, so eat up.” I was afraid to look at his expression. What if it’s anger? What if it’s scary? What if he wants to hurt me? “Iris, please eat it,” his voice was filled with sincerity.
I looked up at him with teary eyes, “I’m not hungry.” He actually didn’t seem any different than normal. He was the same sweet looking, gentle Harry.
He pushed the tray closer to me, “I’m not leaving until you start eating.” Why is he being so pushy?
“Please go,” I stared down at the ground.
He sighed, “Is taking a bite of something too much to ask?”
“Fine,” I murmured before stabbing some salad with my fork and eating it.
“Thank you,” he nodded and walked out of the room.
You know, if it was Riley or Scott I’d be out of the room in an instant. The fact is, it was Harry. He’s different than the rest of them. He’s still seemingly trying to take care of me. None of them ever gave a fuck about me, but maybe Harry did. What am I talking about? Nothing is ever real for me. Why should I believe that’ll ever change?
When school was over, I was gonna go straight home and hang out with Skye and her boyfriend, but I found myself at the train track. I didn’t want to be here two days ago but right now, I’m drawn to it. I missed this place and the fresh air. I feel like I haven’t seen it in months. I laid myself on the track and stared up at the blue sky. A few minutes passed by before someone joined me.
Harry sat in the gravel next to me, “I didn’t think I’d ever see you here again. You look nice today.” This is getting fucking annoying.
I sat up and looked him in the eyes, “Look, I know you found this place before I did so I’m not going to ask you to leave. After all, it is your hideout. But do me a favor and don’t talk.” So I may have come off rude, but I’m pissed. He won’t go away. Then again, it’s my fault for being here in the first place.
“Okay,” he shrugged. Okay? That’s it? And it was, he silently sat there with me for hours, just like the old days. I realized we were back to where we started. Except I’m the angry and bitter one and he’s the quiet injured one. Wait, what the fuck? He’s injured.
“Harry, what happened to your hand?” I stared hard at his battered hand. It was bruised and scabbed. What the hell?
He shook his head, “I’m not allowed to speak.”
“Harry…”
“Don’t worry about me, okay?” his tone sounded slightly angry but mostly sad. How can I not worry when he’s like that? “I don’t deserve your pity.”
A tear rolled down my cheek but I quickly wiped it away. “You’re right, you don’t.”
“I’m so sorry. I know that won’t change anything, but I am.” He buried his face in his hands and mumbled something that I couldn’t quite make out.
“What?”
He held up his face and signed the word 'smile' to me.
“Don’t lose your smile Mercy.” Then before I could even blink, he stood up and walked away. I don’t even know what to think about what just happened. What’s going on with this boy?
I just don't understand anything anymore.
Iris’s POV:
Yesterday, Skye ditched church and took me shopping. I never went to church because I was never really invited. Skye bought me some more Christmas lights for the future. I’m surprised her and Brielle haven’t asked what’s wrong with me, but maybe it’s because they’re scared. They found me on the floor trying to cut myself, I’d be scared if I were in their positions too. Brielle took me to Juice It Up later on. I have a feeling they’re just trying to watch me and make sure I don’t hurt myself anymore.
I was tempted to ditch school today but I really want to graduate. I know there’s going to come a point when the principal complains to my parents that I’ve missed too much school and try to kick me out. I’m shocked he hasn’t done it already. Walking back into this hellhole sucks.
I couldn’t believe my eyes when I got to my locker. Harry stood before it with a bouquet of flowers in his hands. What does he think he’s doing? I don’t think Riley would be very happy with him if she saw this.
“Hey,” he smiled and showed off his dimples. I just stared at him completely speechless. What do I say to the guy who broke me? What do I say to the person who makes me feel like I’m going insane? “These are for you,” he held the flowers out for me. “They’re irises.”
I frowned and pushed the flowers away from me before opening up my locker. I studied the locker as hard as I could, hoping I won’t have to look at the boy. The flowers came back into my sight and were placed in my locker.
“Have a good day,” he whispered and walked away. What the fuck was that? Is that his way of apologizing? Well, nothing is forgiven. I don’t think I could ever forgive him for what he did. Not after he knew all I’ve been through.
I sighed and pulled my school books out of my locker. I turned my head to look back at the boy I once called my friend. What I found to be strange was that people were staring at Harry, not me. Is something going on or are they all wide eyed because Harry gave me flowers? Who knows? This is going to be a long day.
When break came around, I just hid in the girl’s bathroom in one of the stalls. That had to be the most awkward experience I ever had. I was not enjoying hearing all these pretty girls do their business.
Lunch was much better for me since I hid out in Mrs. Clark’s room. I don’t know why I didn’t just go there for break but I wish I did. In here, there’s no disgusting noises being made. I was just able to sit in a quiet room reading a good book.
“Hey Mrs. Clark,” I heard a familiar voice rasp. Crap.
“Hey Harry, what are you up to?”
“Just bringing Iris some food.”
“That’s sweet of you,” Mrs. Clark cooed.
Fuck my life. Why won’t he just leave me alone? His plan was leaked to me, and I’m out of his life. He got what he wanted, so why push it any further?
A tray of food was placed onto the desk I was sat at, “Here.”
I pushed the tray away, “I don’t want this, Harry.”
“Well I paid for it, so eat up.” I was afraid to look at his expression. What if it’s anger? What if it’s scary? What if he wants to hurt me? “Iris, please eat it,” his voice was filled with sincerity.
I looked up at him with teary eyes, “I’m not hungry.” He actually didn’t seem any different than normal. He was the same sweet looking, gentle Harry.
He pushed the tray closer to me, “I’m not leaving until you start eating.” Why is he being so pushy?
“Please go,” I stared down at the ground.
He sighed, “Is taking a bite of something too much to ask?”
“Fine,” I murmured before stabbing some salad with my fork and eating it.
“Thank you,” he nodded and walked out of the room.
You know, if it was Riley or Scott I’d be out of the room in an instant. The fact is, it was Harry. He’s different than the rest of them. He’s still seemingly trying to take care of me. None of them ever gave a fuck about me, but maybe Harry did. What am I talking about? Nothing is ever real for me. Why should I believe that’ll ever change?
When school was over, I was gonna go straight home and hang out with Skye and her boyfriend, but I found myself at the train track. I didn’t want to be here two days ago but right now, I’m drawn to it. I missed this place and the fresh air. I feel like I haven’t seen it in months. I laid myself on the track and stared up at the blue sky. A few minutes passed by before someone joined me.
Harry sat in the gravel next to me, “I didn’t think I’d ever see you here again. You look nice today.” This is getting fucking annoying.
I sat up and looked him in the eyes, “Look, I know you found this place before I did so I’m not going to ask you to leave. After all, it is your hideout. But do me a favor and don’t talk.” So I may have come off rude, but I’m pissed. He won’t go away. Then again, it’s my fault for being here in the first place.
“Okay,” he shrugged. Okay? That’s it? And it was, he silently sat there with me for hours, just like the old days. I realized we were back to where we started. Except I’m the angry and bitter one and he’s the quiet injured one. Wait, what the fuck? He’s injured.
“Harry, what happened to your hand?” I stared hard at his battered hand. It was bruised and scabbed. What the hell?
He shook his head, “I’m not allowed to speak.”
“Harry…”
“Don’t worry about me, okay?” his tone sounded slightly angry but mostly sad. How can I not worry when he’s like that? “I don’t deserve your pity.”
A tear rolled down my cheek but I quickly wiped it away. “You’re right, you don’t.”
“I’m so sorry. I know that won’t change anything, but I am.” He buried his face in his hands and mumbled something that I couldn’t quite make out.
“What?”
He held up his face and signed the word 'smile' to me.
“Don’t lose your smile Mercy.” Then before I could even blink, he stood up and walked away. I don’t even know what to think about what just happened. What’s going on with this boy?
I just don't understand anything anymore.
Notes
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11/18/17