Breathe Me
See You Again
Oct. 3, 2013
Faith's POV:
I was woken up by the sound of my brothers yelling downstairs. Another day at paradise.. My eyes widened when I saw it was 8:30 am. I groaned. I'm definitely not a morning person. After tossing and turning, I decided to finally get up. As I made my way downstairs I smelled pancakes and ugh, bacon. I soon realized all the furniture was placed so that was nice. Oh, it meant my piano was there too. For some reason I didn't feel too excited about it now. My dad was in the kitchen, Ethan watching TV, Noah eating his pancakes and bacon, and Liam reading a newspaper. Wait,what? Since when did he read? "Watcha doing?" I asked him curiously. "Looking for a job," he said rather seriously. Wow..okay. My dad greeted me by kissing my forehead. "You hungry, honey?" I was about to respond when my stomach grumbled loudly. Great. He chuckled. He got a plate and plopped three pancakes on it. What?? Three!! I sat on the table across from Noah. He looked up but continued stuffing his face with food. "Hey," he said. "Don't talk with your mouth full of food," I scolded him. I looked down at my pancakes. I forced a piece of pancake into my mouth. Fat. I felt sick. In 10 minutes I had eaten one pancake. How many calories?? "Hey, I'm gonna go guys. Job stuff. I'll be back," my dad announced. Ethan looked up and smirked. "With Sarah?" He said wiggling his eyebrows. "Yes," I answered for dad. "For business stuff. Only, right?" I looked at my dad. He nodded. "Bye guys!" "Bye!" We all said in unison. As soon as he closed the door I took my plate a darted upstairs.
When I reached my room, I threw the remaining pancakes in the small trash can. I got out my blade, went to the bathroom, and locked the door. I took off my bracelets and saw my scars were fading. I felt lost without them. I held the blade to my skin. I drew a line. Blood. Another. Blood. One more. Blood. I couldn't take it anymore. I fell to the floor and began to cry, to sob. I felt so alone here. I missed April. I missed Anthony. (A/N : you will get to know more about them in the story) but mostly I missed my mom. My mom was in a plane crash and died on October 1,2011. Not very long ago. I started cutting when I was bullied at school. Way before my mom died. And still after. I never told her though. People said I was fat, so I didn't eat. People said I was stupid so I proved to them I wasn't. It didn't work. They called me worthless, fat, ugly, stupid, untalented,etc. I hated myself so much. I still do.
I took a shower and put on some clothes on. I put on jeans, a My Chemical Romance tshirt, Converse, and how could I forget my favorite beanie. I washed my teeth and put on some light make up. I thought it'd be a good day to go out and take a walk. I grabbed my iPod and earphones. I went downstairs and told Liam I was going out. "Where?" He asked me. "I don't know," I said while putting on my earphones. "So, you don't know where you're going?" I sighed. "To the park. It's two blocks away." I said truthfully. "Okay, be back in an hour!" He warned me. And with that, I left the door.
I was sitting on top of a tree at the park with my eyes closed. I was listening to Breathe Me by Sia. It was pretty cool. I heard a cough, so I took off my earphones amd looked down. I saw a pair of green eyes meet mine. "It's you," I smiled.
Harry's POV:
"It's me," I smiled back at her. "Come on," she said. I climbed easily and sat down next to her. "How are you Faith?" I asked her. She smiled at me. "Fine. And you Harry?" "I'm quite good thanks." We sat there in silence for a couple of minutes until I broke the silence. "So, Faith. Tell me about yourself." She looked at me with those big hazel eyes. "What do you want to know?" "Everything," I said and waited for her response. "Well, that's gonna take a while. I live a pretty interesting life," she giggled. And so we talked. I asked her questions, she asked me questions. She answered, I answered. She did try to avoid some questions, though. Anyways, I felt like I've known her fora long time now. She was looking at the streets. "Isn't it beautiful?" She asked. "Yeah, it is. Just like you," I mumbled the last part. Wow, Styles. Really? How cheesy.
Faith's POV:
Did he just call me beautiful? I pretended I didn't hear him. I was actually starting to like London now. I know right. Sure I missed the beach and the sun, but this was nice. He put his hand on top of mine. I looked at our hands, then at Harry. We both blushed. I felt something I haven't in a long time...
Faith's POV:
I was woken up by the sound of my brothers yelling downstairs. Another day at paradise.. My eyes widened when I saw it was 8:30 am. I groaned. I'm definitely not a morning person. After tossing and turning, I decided to finally get up. As I made my way downstairs I smelled pancakes and ugh, bacon. I soon realized all the furniture was placed so that was nice. Oh, it meant my piano was there too. For some reason I didn't feel too excited about it now. My dad was in the kitchen, Ethan watching TV, Noah eating his pancakes and bacon, and Liam reading a newspaper. Wait,what? Since when did he read? "Watcha doing?" I asked him curiously. "Looking for a job," he said rather seriously. Wow..okay. My dad greeted me by kissing my forehead. "You hungry, honey?" I was about to respond when my stomach grumbled loudly. Great. He chuckled. He got a plate and plopped three pancakes on it. What?? Three!! I sat on the table across from Noah. He looked up but continued stuffing his face with food. "Hey," he said. "Don't talk with your mouth full of food," I scolded him. I looked down at my pancakes. I forced a piece of pancake into my mouth. Fat. I felt sick. In 10 minutes I had eaten one pancake. How many calories?? "Hey, I'm gonna go guys. Job stuff. I'll be back," my dad announced. Ethan looked up and smirked. "With Sarah?" He said wiggling his eyebrows. "Yes," I answered for dad. "For business stuff. Only, right?" I looked at my dad. He nodded. "Bye guys!" "Bye!" We all said in unison. As soon as he closed the door I took my plate a darted upstairs.
When I reached my room, I threw the remaining pancakes in the small trash can. I got out my blade, went to the bathroom, and locked the door. I took off my bracelets and saw my scars were fading. I felt lost without them. I held the blade to my skin. I drew a line. Blood. Another. Blood. One more. Blood. I couldn't take it anymore. I fell to the floor and began to cry, to sob. I felt so alone here. I missed April. I missed Anthony. (A/N : you will get to know more about them in the story) but mostly I missed my mom. My mom was in a plane crash and died on October 1,2011. Not very long ago. I started cutting when I was bullied at school. Way before my mom died. And still after. I never told her though. People said I was fat, so I didn't eat. People said I was stupid so I proved to them I wasn't. It didn't work. They called me worthless, fat, ugly, stupid, untalented,etc. I hated myself so much. I still do.
I took a shower and put on some clothes on. I put on jeans, a My Chemical Romance tshirt, Converse, and how could I forget my favorite beanie. I washed my teeth and put on some light make up. I thought it'd be a good day to go out and take a walk. I grabbed my iPod and earphones. I went downstairs and told Liam I was going out. "Where?" He asked me. "I don't know," I said while putting on my earphones. "So, you don't know where you're going?" I sighed. "To the park. It's two blocks away." I said truthfully. "Okay, be back in an hour!" He warned me. And with that, I left the door.
I was sitting on top of a tree at the park with my eyes closed. I was listening to Breathe Me by Sia. It was pretty cool. I heard a cough, so I took off my earphones amd looked down. I saw a pair of green eyes meet mine. "It's you," I smiled.
Harry's POV:
"It's me," I smiled back at her. "Come on," she said. I climbed easily and sat down next to her. "How are you Faith?" I asked her. She smiled at me. "Fine. And you Harry?" "I'm quite good thanks." We sat there in silence for a couple of minutes until I broke the silence. "So, Faith. Tell me about yourself." She looked at me with those big hazel eyes. "What do you want to know?" "Everything," I said and waited for her response. "Well, that's gonna take a while. I live a pretty interesting life," she giggled. And so we talked. I asked her questions, she asked me questions. She answered, I answered. She did try to avoid some questions, though. Anyways, I felt like I've known her fora long time now. She was looking at the streets. "Isn't it beautiful?" She asked. "Yeah, it is. Just like you," I mumbled the last part. Wow, Styles. Really? How cheesy.
Faith's POV:
Did he just call me beautiful? I pretended I didn't hear him. I was actually starting to like London now. I know right. Sure I missed the beach and the sun, but this was nice. He put his hand on top of mine. I looked at our hands, then at Harry. We both blushed. I felt something I haven't in a long time...
11/24/13