Mistreated
Urge
Iris’s POV:
Saturday, Harry and I had a cute day at the pier all planned out, but Harry was starting to come down with something. At first, it was just a minor headache, so he and I stayed at his house, cuddling under blankets and watching movies all night. His sickness got worse between now and then, leaving him miserable with a red runny nose, sneezes, coughs, and a huge headache. My poor baby.
Monday was Martin Luther King Jr. Day, so we didn't have school. Thank you Martin Luther. Equality, that’s what he fought for. Equality between races and each other. I wish I fit in with that subject. I feel like I’m lower than everyone else: Blacks, Whites, Mexicans, Asians, etc. All of them are above me. They all trash me.
Although, everything was getting better. People were talking less, hallways became calmer, and faces were no longer filled with total disgust. At least it seemed that way…
Tuesday January 21st
Harry still didn’t feel good, so he stayed home rather than coming to school today. No big deal, he needs rest and I totally get that. All I have to do is get my books, find any of the other boys, and I’ll be fine. I walked up to the school and noticed there wasn’t a single person walking around outside. Weird, there’s always at least a small group or a couple of students meeting up with others out here. Where was everyone?
I walked into the hallway to find nothing but pure chaos. Everyone, and I mean everyone, was crowding lockers and laughing their asses off. What’s going on?
I pushed through the crowd, making my way to my locker and hearing a couple of shrieks come from the people I touched. I thought we were over this shit. Well, that was until I reached my locker.
Graffiti. There was graffiti on my locker that said, “Beware of STD Mercer”. I heard people laughing at my shocked expression. It didn’t even end there.
I noticed a white paper taped to every other locker. “Unwanted” it said over a clearly Photoshopped picture of me. The picture was some humungous girl in a bikini with my face attached to her to make it look like it was me. Obviously they’re calling me fat. Below the picture it said, “STD Girl. Unwanted for stealing boyfriends, using people for sex, and being extremely manipulative. Make her disappear. Reward: The school will be disease free.”
I felt tears build up in my eyes. Unwanted…it’s been a while since I felt that way, but here we are again. I’m a hated, disgusting mistake. I close my eyes to hold my tears in and suddenly find my feet running. The laughter grew louder and louder in my ears. I felt a big arm wrap around my arms and I jumped with fear. When I opened my eyes, I found Andrew. He looked sad for me.
I ran to the girl’s bathroom, Andrew following me in without a care in the world. I kicked every stall, being sure no one else was in the bathroom with us before I fell to the ground and cried into my hands.
“Hey, hey, hey,” Andrew’s whispers grew closer. “Don’t cry.”
He carefully removed my hands from my face but I yanked them back and screamed, “GO AWAY, ANDREW!”
“It’s okay,” he gulped. “I promise you, I mean no harm.”
“No harm?” I scoffed. “You expect me to believe that you didn’t do that? That you aren’t working with Riley again?”
He shook his head, “I don’t expect you to believe anything, but I swear to you, I’m done with Riley. I haven’t spoken to her in months.”
I sobbed, “Please, just go away.”
He sighed, “Can I at least get someone for you? I can get Harry for you.”
“No,” I shook my head. “He’s not here. It’s like they knew he wouldn’t be here.”
“I’ll get Liam, yeah?” he raised his brows. I nodded repeatedly until he left in search for the boy.
I don’t care who comes, I just need a distraction: anyone that can keep me from thinking about cutting.
Unwanted. STD Girl. Diseased. Manipulative. Unsanitary. Fat. Slut.
No. Stop. Don’t let those words win. I can’t cut, and I won’t. I need to fight the urge.
“Flower?” I heard a soft whisper. I lifted my head from my shaky hands to find Louis, Niall, and Liam all standing before me.
Niall rushed over and wrapped me into his arms, hushing my cries, “Don’t cry, Flower. You're too beautiful for tears.” Yeah, so beautiful...what a joke.
Louis and Liam walked over and squatted before us. Liam shook his head, “You’re giving them the satisfaction of seeing they won.”
“This is what they want,” Louis frowned. “They wanted to see you react this way, and that’s why they pick on you so much. You let them.” Perrie, Zayn, Sophia, and Eleanor rushed in soon after Louis said that.
“Iris,” Perrie pouted and wrapped her arms around Niall and me. “I swear, I’ll kill every last one of those idiots.” That’s what I love about Perrie. She’s a Bitch, but a Bitch who’s just looking out for the people she cares about.
I chuckled a bit, “I think that’d require killing almost everyone.”
“So?” she shrugged and shot me a smile as she pulled away.
“Boys, go guard the door,” Eleanor shooed them out of the bathroom. “Give us a minute alone.”
They all gave me a hug before listening to Eleanor’s commands.
Sophia helped me up from the floor and patted the counter, “Sit right here.”
“What are you doing?” I furrowed my brows but sat on the counter anyways.
“You need to cover up those red eyes if you want to show them all how strong you are,” Sophia grinned as she pulled her makeup out of her bag. She carefully placed foundation on my face, along with color correcter, bronzer, blush, mascara, eye shadow, eyeliner, and lipstick. Yeah, once she started, she figured she might as well do everything.
“You look hot,” Eleanor gushed as she jumped and clapped.
“Really?” I bit my lip.
Perrie nodded, “Duh. All the guys will be drooling over you.” I doubt that, but I’ll just give her a smile anyways.
“So this is what you’re gonna do,” Eleanor locked arms with me and allowed me to jump off the counter. “You are going to hold your head high and pretend like that never happened. Put on the biggest damn smile and show them what you’re made of.”
“And we’re all right here,” Sophia locked arms with my free one. “We’ll all stand by you the whole time.”
“Always,” Perrie nodded as she locked arms with Eleanor. “Now take a good look at yourself in the mirror.” I looked up at myself to see a surprisingly beautiful girl. “You’re standing tall, and nothing can push you down.”
I smiled, “I am.” I felt uneasy about this plan. I’ll still be the laughingstock of the school and there’s nothing I can do about it. I guess I might as well pretend to be okay with it.
“Let’s go,” Sophia chirped. We all made our way out of the bathroom where I had to tell the boys over and over that I was okay.
The girls and I all locked arms again as we walked down the hallway, the boys all walking smoothly behind us. It felt like a movie: our steps were in slow motion as we flipped our hair behind us with a simple shake of the head. I flashed everyone the biggest grin I could without showing any teeth. That’s when I realized I was smirking.
I’m not here to make friends with my enemies and that’s what a smile will look like. “Hey, you pushed me around, but I don’t care. Let’s be friends.” No. I don’t want that. I want them to see that I’ll no longer allow them to push me around. A smug look is to be exchanged with any rude comment from one of them. A snobby laugh will fall from my lips at any pranks they pull on me. I’ll no longer fear them. I’ll no longer cut because of them.
There was no more giggling and pointing in the hallway; only wide eyes and agape mouths. I heard faint whispers and a couple of whistles. The whistles could’ve been to any one of us girls, but I like to think it’s because of me. With my little makeover, I looked hot. I felt strong and confident as I walked through the halls. With my friends by my side, nothing will stop me.
“Guess what?” Perrie grinned widely.
I just sat down at the lunch table after successfully getting myself a tray of food without being bullied. “What?”
“We made it,” she squealed. “We’re in the talent show!”
“Really?” my jaw dropped. “Yay!” We had a girly moment of screaming to ourselves before the rest of the group joined us at the table.
“Why are you girls freaking out?” Louis chuckled.
“We got a spot in the talent show,” I beamed.
Zayn furrowed his brows, “Wait, where do you find out?”
Perrie chuckled, “There’s a paper taped to the cafeteria door.”
“Niall, go read it,” Zayn nudged him.
Niall groaned and waved his sandwich, “Why me? I’m starving.”
I giggled and poked his pouted lip, “You’re always hungry.”
“And the jokes never stop,” he jokingly shook his head in disappointment.
“You don’t need to check anyways,” Perrie rolled her eyes. “I already did, and you’re in.”
“Yeah!” Louis jumped up and started doing a dance, soon joined by Liam and Zayn. Of course, Niall was too busy eating to care.
“You’re going down,” Zayn challenged Perrie.
I laughed, “Why do I feel like that was meant to be dirty?”
“Oh God,” Liam face palmed. “I didn’t need that visual.” All of us had a laugh about that one.
“I’m sorry I forgot about the holiday yesterday,” Mrs. Clark sighed. She called another DSF meeting and had us all stand in a line along each wall in the classroom. Oddly, all of the desks in her classroom were arranged into large groups. “Today we should all work on some homework. Each set of desks have an assigned subject such as ‘Science’. You will all pick the one you need the most help in, sit down at it, and work together with the other people sitting around you. If you still need help, I’d be more than happy to be of assistance.”
I know what I need help in: English. I just don’t understand it. I swiftly made my way to the table and sat down at it, not even paying attention to where Eleanor sat down. I became nervous. I feel weak and alone without sitting next to my friends. I searched the classroom for El to see her sitting at the ‘History’ table. Why didn’t I go there? I suck at History too. Sadly, her table was already filled up, so it wasn’t like I could change my mind. Well fuck. I straightened myself in my seat and opened my English book to work on my homework.
I heard a boy clear his throat and I looked up to find three people staring at me in awe. What the hell? One of them was a boy with beautiful, somewhat short, brunette hair and black framed glasses that sat before his golden brown eyes. Another was a red-headed girl whose makeup lightly covered her freckles. She has the prettiest eyes I’ve ever seen, tinted in a sky blue. The last girl had a piercing on the bottom left side of her lip. The thing that stood out the most about her was her wavy Irish green hair that shined just as bright as her matching eyes.
“You’re Iris, right?” the boy asked. I nodded. “I’m Kyle,” he held his hand out, but I just stared at it. I don’t know him, therefore I can’t trust him. Not yet anyways. “Sorry,” he curled his lips and awkwardly placed his hand back onto his desk.
“I’m Dakota,” the red-head smiled.
“I’m Liz,” the pierced girl nodded.
I gave them a light smile, “Nice to meet you.” I assume they just wanted to introduce themselves before we started working, so whatever.
“I’m sorry about what happened to you earlier,” Dakota frowned. Or not.
I furrowed my brows, “Uh huh.” Did she do it or something?
“She didn’t do any of it,” Kyle chuckled as if he read my mind. I probably just looked angry or something. “It’s just that we know how you feel.”
“You do?” I shot them a strange look.
“We get bullied all the time,” Liz shrugged. “Just not as much as you.”
I shook my head, not understanding what they mean. I thought it was just me, and they’re all so beautiful. Why would anyone bully them? “Why?” I finally asked.
“I’m apparently a nerd since I have to wear glasses and I don’t play any sports,” Kyle rolled his eyes.
“I get pushed around because I’m shy,” Dakota frowned as she air quoted the word ‘shy’. “I’m not shy, I just don’t feel like talking to assholes.” I giggled at her words. I like her already.
Liz sighed, “And I’m called stupid names because of my hair. One time, this girl Trisha spit her gum in it because she didn’t like the color.”
“Wow,” I gasped. “I thought it was just me. Like the whole school bullies me.”
Dakota pouted, “Not the whole school. We don’t bully you. In fact, you’re our inspiration.”
I chuckled, “You must have me confused as someone else.”
Kyle shook his head, “No, it’s you. We admire how you still come to school even after what you’ve gone through.”
Liz rolls her eyes, “He has a motto. ‘If Iris can get through the day, so can we’. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say he’s obsess-“ She got interrupted by Dakota elbowing her in the ribcage. I looked over at Kyle to see him blushing as he sunk down in his seat. That’s adorable. Not ‘I have a crush on him adorable’, but he is 'puppy' adorable.
“Ignore them,” Dakota laughed nervously. “Anyways, we just wanted you to know we’re on your side. Fuck bullies.”
I giggled, “I agree.”
I spent the whole hour we were there listening to their bully stories. Kyle gets shoved around in gym class by a circle of football players, Dakota gets teased by a group of popular wannabes that she says are more like sluts, and Liz gets called names by not only her classmates, but by her teachers as well. Then an idea formed in my head…what if we did something about it? We can put a stop to bullying. But how?
I knocked on Harry’s front door and waited for his mom or sister to answer, but to my surprise, he was the one who answered it. His poor nose was red and puffy from rubbing it so much.
“Babe,” I spoke in a high pitched voice. “What are you doing out of bed?”
“Mum and Gem went to the store,” his voice sounded so stuffy before he sniffled.
I smiled, “Well come on, let’s get to bed.” I walked into the house, closed the door behind me, and followed him up to his room. I let him get situated in his bed before I climbed under the covers with him. He slid down so his head would rest on my stomach as his arm laid across my thighs. I’ve been cuddling with him every day and he’s decided he can’t lay his head anywhere near mine so he won’t get me sick. I doubt that’ll help, but if that’s what he wants to do then that’s fine by me.
“How was school?” he mumbled before letting out a warm cough.
I played with his curls, “The usual. Long.” He doesn’t need to know what’s going on. He’ll only think I’ll want to cut again. I wish to show him I’m stronger than he views me as. I long to show him I can win my own battles. I desire to be the person he trusts around anything sharp. Best of all, I need him to finally see that I’m better.
Saturday, Harry and I had a cute day at the pier all planned out, but Harry was starting to come down with something. At first, it was just a minor headache, so he and I stayed at his house, cuddling under blankets and watching movies all night. His sickness got worse between now and then, leaving him miserable with a red runny nose, sneezes, coughs, and a huge headache. My poor baby.
Monday was Martin Luther King Jr. Day, so we didn't have school. Thank you Martin Luther. Equality, that’s what he fought for. Equality between races and each other. I wish I fit in with that subject. I feel like I’m lower than everyone else: Blacks, Whites, Mexicans, Asians, etc. All of them are above me. They all trash me.
Although, everything was getting better. People were talking less, hallways became calmer, and faces were no longer filled with total disgust. At least it seemed that way…
Tuesday January 21st
Harry still didn’t feel good, so he stayed home rather than coming to school today. No big deal, he needs rest and I totally get that. All I have to do is get my books, find any of the other boys, and I’ll be fine. I walked up to the school and noticed there wasn’t a single person walking around outside. Weird, there’s always at least a small group or a couple of students meeting up with others out here. Where was everyone?
I walked into the hallway to find nothing but pure chaos. Everyone, and I mean everyone, was crowding lockers and laughing their asses off. What’s going on?
I pushed through the crowd, making my way to my locker and hearing a couple of shrieks come from the people I touched. I thought we were over this shit. Well, that was until I reached my locker.
Graffiti. There was graffiti on my locker that said, “Beware of STD Mercer”. I heard people laughing at my shocked expression. It didn’t even end there.
I noticed a white paper taped to every other locker. “Unwanted” it said over a clearly Photoshopped picture of me. The picture was some humungous girl in a bikini with my face attached to her to make it look like it was me. Obviously they’re calling me fat. Below the picture it said, “STD Girl. Unwanted for stealing boyfriends, using people for sex, and being extremely manipulative. Make her disappear. Reward: The school will be disease free.”
I felt tears build up in my eyes. Unwanted…it’s been a while since I felt that way, but here we are again. I’m a hated, disgusting mistake. I close my eyes to hold my tears in and suddenly find my feet running. The laughter grew louder and louder in my ears. I felt a big arm wrap around my arms and I jumped with fear. When I opened my eyes, I found Andrew. He looked sad for me.
I ran to the girl’s bathroom, Andrew following me in without a care in the world. I kicked every stall, being sure no one else was in the bathroom with us before I fell to the ground and cried into my hands.
“Hey, hey, hey,” Andrew’s whispers grew closer. “Don’t cry.”
He carefully removed my hands from my face but I yanked them back and screamed, “GO AWAY, ANDREW!”
“It’s okay,” he gulped. “I promise you, I mean no harm.”
“No harm?” I scoffed. “You expect me to believe that you didn’t do that? That you aren’t working with Riley again?”
He shook his head, “I don’t expect you to believe anything, but I swear to you, I’m done with Riley. I haven’t spoken to her in months.”
I sobbed, “Please, just go away.”
He sighed, “Can I at least get someone for you? I can get Harry for you.”
“No,” I shook my head. “He’s not here. It’s like they knew he wouldn’t be here.”
“I’ll get Liam, yeah?” he raised his brows. I nodded repeatedly until he left in search for the boy.
I don’t care who comes, I just need a distraction: anyone that can keep me from thinking about cutting.
Unwanted. STD Girl. Diseased. Manipulative. Unsanitary. Fat. Slut.
No. Stop. Don’t let those words win. I can’t cut, and I won’t. I need to fight the urge.
“Flower?” I heard a soft whisper. I lifted my head from my shaky hands to find Louis, Niall, and Liam all standing before me.
Niall rushed over and wrapped me into his arms, hushing my cries, “Don’t cry, Flower. You're too beautiful for tears.” Yeah, so beautiful...what a joke.
Louis and Liam walked over and squatted before us. Liam shook his head, “You’re giving them the satisfaction of seeing they won.”
“This is what they want,” Louis frowned. “They wanted to see you react this way, and that’s why they pick on you so much. You let them.” Perrie, Zayn, Sophia, and Eleanor rushed in soon after Louis said that.
“Iris,” Perrie pouted and wrapped her arms around Niall and me. “I swear, I’ll kill every last one of those idiots.” That’s what I love about Perrie. She’s a Bitch, but a Bitch who’s just looking out for the people she cares about.
I chuckled a bit, “I think that’d require killing almost everyone.”
“So?” she shrugged and shot me a smile as she pulled away.
“Boys, go guard the door,” Eleanor shooed them out of the bathroom. “Give us a minute alone.”
They all gave me a hug before listening to Eleanor’s commands.
Sophia helped me up from the floor and patted the counter, “Sit right here.”
“What are you doing?” I furrowed my brows but sat on the counter anyways.
“You need to cover up those red eyes if you want to show them all how strong you are,” Sophia grinned as she pulled her makeup out of her bag. She carefully placed foundation on my face, along with color correcter, bronzer, blush, mascara, eye shadow, eyeliner, and lipstick. Yeah, once she started, she figured she might as well do everything.
“You look hot,” Eleanor gushed as she jumped and clapped.
“Really?” I bit my lip.
Perrie nodded, “Duh. All the guys will be drooling over you.” I doubt that, but I’ll just give her a smile anyways.
“So this is what you’re gonna do,” Eleanor locked arms with me and allowed me to jump off the counter. “You are going to hold your head high and pretend like that never happened. Put on the biggest damn smile and show them what you’re made of.”
“And we’re all right here,” Sophia locked arms with my free one. “We’ll all stand by you the whole time.”
“Always,” Perrie nodded as she locked arms with Eleanor. “Now take a good look at yourself in the mirror.” I looked up at myself to see a surprisingly beautiful girl. “You’re standing tall, and nothing can push you down.”
I smiled, “I am.” I felt uneasy about this plan. I’ll still be the laughingstock of the school and there’s nothing I can do about it. I guess I might as well pretend to be okay with it.
“Let’s go,” Sophia chirped. We all made our way out of the bathroom where I had to tell the boys over and over that I was okay.
The girls and I all locked arms again as we walked down the hallway, the boys all walking smoothly behind us. It felt like a movie: our steps were in slow motion as we flipped our hair behind us with a simple shake of the head. I flashed everyone the biggest grin I could without showing any teeth. That’s when I realized I was smirking.
I’m not here to make friends with my enemies and that’s what a smile will look like. “Hey, you pushed me around, but I don’t care. Let’s be friends.” No. I don’t want that. I want them to see that I’ll no longer allow them to push me around. A smug look is to be exchanged with any rude comment from one of them. A snobby laugh will fall from my lips at any pranks they pull on me. I’ll no longer fear them. I’ll no longer cut because of them.
There was no more giggling and pointing in the hallway; only wide eyes and agape mouths. I heard faint whispers and a couple of whistles. The whistles could’ve been to any one of us girls, but I like to think it’s because of me. With my little makeover, I looked hot. I felt strong and confident as I walked through the halls. With my friends by my side, nothing will stop me.
“Guess what?” Perrie grinned widely.
I just sat down at the lunch table after successfully getting myself a tray of food without being bullied. “What?”
“We made it,” she squealed. “We’re in the talent show!”
“Really?” my jaw dropped. “Yay!” We had a girly moment of screaming to ourselves before the rest of the group joined us at the table.
“Why are you girls freaking out?” Louis chuckled.
“We got a spot in the talent show,” I beamed.
Zayn furrowed his brows, “Wait, where do you find out?”
Perrie chuckled, “There’s a paper taped to the cafeteria door.”
“Niall, go read it,” Zayn nudged him.
Niall groaned and waved his sandwich, “Why me? I’m starving.”
I giggled and poked his pouted lip, “You’re always hungry.”
“And the jokes never stop,” he jokingly shook his head in disappointment.
“You don’t need to check anyways,” Perrie rolled her eyes. “I already did, and you’re in.”
“Yeah!” Louis jumped up and started doing a dance, soon joined by Liam and Zayn. Of course, Niall was too busy eating to care.
“You’re going down,” Zayn challenged Perrie.
I laughed, “Why do I feel like that was meant to be dirty?”
“Oh God,” Liam face palmed. “I didn’t need that visual.” All of us had a laugh about that one.
“I’m sorry I forgot about the holiday yesterday,” Mrs. Clark sighed. She called another DSF meeting and had us all stand in a line along each wall in the classroom. Oddly, all of the desks in her classroom were arranged into large groups. “Today we should all work on some homework. Each set of desks have an assigned subject such as ‘Science’. You will all pick the one you need the most help in, sit down at it, and work together with the other people sitting around you. If you still need help, I’d be more than happy to be of assistance.”
I know what I need help in: English. I just don’t understand it. I swiftly made my way to the table and sat down at it, not even paying attention to where Eleanor sat down. I became nervous. I feel weak and alone without sitting next to my friends. I searched the classroom for El to see her sitting at the ‘History’ table. Why didn’t I go there? I suck at History too. Sadly, her table was already filled up, so it wasn’t like I could change my mind. Well fuck. I straightened myself in my seat and opened my English book to work on my homework.
I heard a boy clear his throat and I looked up to find three people staring at me in awe. What the hell? One of them was a boy with beautiful, somewhat short, brunette hair and black framed glasses that sat before his golden brown eyes. Another was a red-headed girl whose makeup lightly covered her freckles. She has the prettiest eyes I’ve ever seen, tinted in a sky blue. The last girl had a piercing on the bottom left side of her lip. The thing that stood out the most about her was her wavy Irish green hair that shined just as bright as her matching eyes.
“You’re Iris, right?” the boy asked. I nodded. “I’m Kyle,” he held his hand out, but I just stared at it. I don’t know him, therefore I can’t trust him. Not yet anyways. “Sorry,” he curled his lips and awkwardly placed his hand back onto his desk.
“I’m Dakota,” the red-head smiled.
“I’m Liz,” the pierced girl nodded.
I gave them a light smile, “Nice to meet you.” I assume they just wanted to introduce themselves before we started working, so whatever.
“I’m sorry about what happened to you earlier,” Dakota frowned. Or not.
I furrowed my brows, “Uh huh.” Did she do it or something?
“She didn’t do any of it,” Kyle chuckled as if he read my mind. I probably just looked angry or something. “It’s just that we know how you feel.”
“You do?” I shot them a strange look.
“We get bullied all the time,” Liz shrugged. “Just not as much as you.”
I shook my head, not understanding what they mean. I thought it was just me, and they’re all so beautiful. Why would anyone bully them? “Why?” I finally asked.
“I’m apparently a nerd since I have to wear glasses and I don’t play any sports,” Kyle rolled his eyes.
“I get pushed around because I’m shy,” Dakota frowned as she air quoted the word ‘shy’. “I’m not shy, I just don’t feel like talking to assholes.” I giggled at her words. I like her already.
Liz sighed, “And I’m called stupid names because of my hair. One time, this girl Trisha spit her gum in it because she didn’t like the color.”
“Wow,” I gasped. “I thought it was just me. Like the whole school bullies me.”
Dakota pouted, “Not the whole school. We don’t bully you. In fact, you’re our inspiration.”
I chuckled, “You must have me confused as someone else.”
Kyle shook his head, “No, it’s you. We admire how you still come to school even after what you’ve gone through.”
Liz rolls her eyes, “He has a motto. ‘If Iris can get through the day, so can we’. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say he’s obsess-“ She got interrupted by Dakota elbowing her in the ribcage. I looked over at Kyle to see him blushing as he sunk down in his seat. That’s adorable. Not ‘I have a crush on him adorable’, but he is 'puppy' adorable.
“Ignore them,” Dakota laughed nervously. “Anyways, we just wanted you to know we’re on your side. Fuck bullies.”
I giggled, “I agree.”
I spent the whole hour we were there listening to their bully stories. Kyle gets shoved around in gym class by a circle of football players, Dakota gets teased by a group of popular wannabes that she says are more like sluts, and Liz gets called names by not only her classmates, but by her teachers as well. Then an idea formed in my head…what if we did something about it? We can put a stop to bullying. But how?
I knocked on Harry’s front door and waited for his mom or sister to answer, but to my surprise, he was the one who answered it. His poor nose was red and puffy from rubbing it so much.
“Babe,” I spoke in a high pitched voice. “What are you doing out of bed?”
“Mum and Gem went to the store,” his voice sounded so stuffy before he sniffled.
I smiled, “Well come on, let’s get to bed.” I walked into the house, closed the door behind me, and followed him up to his room. I let him get situated in his bed before I climbed under the covers with him. He slid down so his head would rest on my stomach as his arm laid across my thighs. I’ve been cuddling with him every day and he’s decided he can’t lay his head anywhere near mine so he won’t get me sick. I doubt that’ll help, but if that’s what he wants to do then that’s fine by me.
“How was school?” he mumbled before letting out a warm cough.
I played with his curls, “The usual. Long.” He doesn’t need to know what’s going on. He’ll only think I’ll want to cut again. I wish to show him I’m stronger than he views me as. I long to show him I can win my own battles. I desire to be the person he trusts around anything sharp. Best of all, I need him to finally see that I’m better.
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