Chapter 3
I stood there mesmerized for a second, not sure what to say. It was like he put a spell on me. He was….enchanting. I realized I was standing there for a long time, not saying a single word.
"What are you doing here?" I asked breaking the long silence between us.
"I'm here with my mates," he replied.
"This is my girlfriend's house."
I could feel my heart violently drop. It was as if my heart suddenly turned into an anchor by some sort of evil witch craft.
I forced a smile and said, "Oh that's nice! I was invited here by a friend, Casey!"
"Oh, that's Miranda's friend! Miranda's my girlfriend! Would you like to meet her?" He said happily.
He sounded so happy to be her boyfriend. Like nothing else in the world mattered. I really thought he might've liked me. I got my hopes up just to be let down. Why do I do this so often? In the back of my head, I always know that I'll never be enough.
"Yes, sure! That would be lovely!" I managed to say without choking up.
"Great! Follow me!"
He led me upstairs into a large room with seemingly expensive furniture. I think it was a room meant for casually hanging out. It had a pool table, a large flatscreen TV, hard-wood floors, and a few large couches and chairs. I saw twelve or ten people chatting and hanging out. Then, Harry led me to a large chair.
A tall, skinny girl sat there, crossing her legs. Wow, she looked like a model.
"This is Miranda!" Harry said proudly, pointing at her.
She had long gorgeous blonde hair reaching down to her hips, fierce emerald eyes, a perfectly tanned body, and long legs that seemed to go on for miles. She was gorgeous. She easily the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. She made me so insecure. I wanted to go in the corner and cry. I stuttered out a hello, and she stood up. She flashed a straight, gleaming smile. She was absolutely perfect.
"Hello! You must be Hayden! Harry's mentioned you a couple times!" she said in a bright happy tone.
She reached her arms around me, pulling me in for a hug.
She whispered in my ear, "Stay the fuck away from Harry. He's mine."
My face flushed a bright red.
"No! I would never!" I whispered back.
"Stay. Away." she replied possessively.
I pulled away from the hug to see an oblivious Harry still smiling.
"You guys will get on great!" Harry proclaimed enthusiastically.
I gave the best smile I could make and I saw Miranda grinning profusely.
"Me and Harry have to go! It's been nice meeting you!" she announced whilst grabbing Harry's arm.
He looked confused and let out a small "Oh." She led Harry as far away from me as possible and I walked back downstairs.
I made my way through the crowd of people and found the front door. I let myself out without being noticed and walked towards my car. I opened my door and slammed it shut. I drove away as fast as possible blasting music from my iPod.
I couldn't control myself and I started sobbing violently. Not the kind of crying where a few small tears come out, the kind of crying where you can't breathe. The kind where it seems you've held it in for so long. The kind where you feel you might explode from all the emotions coming out at once. The kind where you want to stop so badly, but you can't. It's a horrid feeling.
When I got to my house, I quickly raced to the front door. I was shaking horribly. I ran to my bathroom and shut the door. I opened the cabinet and took out the small little box. I struggled to open it with my trembling hands. I got it open and revealed sharp silver razor blades.
This is my medication. This is my happiness. The blade is so sharp and shiny.
"Take away the pain" I murmured quietly under my breath.
I took off all my bracelets revealing a ladder of scars trailing up my arm.
"Save me." I whispered.
I took one of the blades and slashed my wrist. It was a not-so clear canvas, and my blood was my paint. I cut quickly and without thinking, I did it more than I usually would cut. I didn't care anymore. I just wanted it to disappear. I want to be okay again. I wanted to feel happy. It was my addiction. I had control for once in my life. This was my drug, my bliss, my peace, my therapy.
I slowly closed my eyes realizing I had stopped crying. I was left feeling calm and numb. I could feel my eyelids slowly closing. I drifted off into a deep sleep.
I woke up to see blood stains on my arms and dress. I got up and looked in the mirror. My God, I looked like a hot mess. I had makeup running down my face like a black river and my black hair was tousled in all different directions causing me to look like a scared raven. My already tired eyes looking worse with huge puffy bags underneath.
I shook my head softly, and stripped off my clothes and hopped into the shower. Taking a shower always made me feel better. It made me feel clean and pure. It also made me think.
My mind trailed off to last night. I was in deep thought. He led me on. Why did he do that to me? I never want to talk to him again, all he makes me feel is pain and hurt. People suck.
Once I finished with my shower, I changed into a tank-top and a pair of sweat pants. I then took some makeup remover and wiped the remaining makeup off my face, and searched for my phone.
I wondered if Harry had texted me. I shook off the thought. He has a beautiful girlfriend, why would he waste his time by talking to me?
I found my phone on my couch, I must've thrown it there when I ran into the bathroom last night. I shuttered at the memory of what had happened.
I took my phone and found that I had one message. From Harry. I was nervous and scared. I didn't know what to expect. Maybe he was telling me to leave him alone forever. My curiosity got the best of me, and I read it.
It only had one simple sentence,
"I just broke up with Miranda."
