Royals

(9)

The moist air hitting the tiles surrounding me turning to water droplets. The cold radiating off it, sending shivers down my cold weak body. I lay like a sick puppy waiting in a box written 'free' on it. Tears run a path down my cheeks and fall to their death. Sometimes I wish I was a tear drop.

Aches strong from my side.

The pain spreading.

Tears of pain mixing with broken ones.

My mind spinning. Wousy, nauseous, pained, washed out.

"Help...someone." I cry for the tenth time since I was tortured and thrown around like a rag doll.

Still nothing.

Why do I bother?

My side throbs, almost as if I have been leaning on the corner of a table. Its pain dramatic and loud. Yelling out for someone to care for it.

"Hello?" a voice booms.

I sigh, finally someone. "Help." I manage at the back of my throat. Sounding almost a gurgle.

"What happened?" The voice speaks out again as the door is fiddled with. Finally it swings open, revealing the damage done from Ashley and her 'friends'.

"Just help." I wince as I struggle to move, showing my bound hands behind my back.

"Y-Yea...yea.."He stutters a bit, but soon is on his knees behind my back, untying the bound around my wrists.

I hiss as he pulls the ropes rubbing the raw skin underneath it. "Sorry!"

"It's fine. I've had worse." I announce.

"There." He states and he gently takes the rope. He holds out his hand as he stands. I take it cautiously.

"Umm, what happened?" I laughed, not realising how much of a maniac I sounded like. The position I was in, then laughing. But I couldn't help it. "How many times are you going to ask that same question."

I rub at my wrists, looking up at him. "Well, you were just tied up on the ground. You have bruises on your arms and legs, a red mark on your cheek, and I'm going to guess you have bruises in other places as well. And your in the mens room...."

I cough, "Yea, sorry."

"You haven't answered my question." He chuckles.

"Uh. Nothing. I don't want to talk about it."

"Can I at least know your name?" I walk over to the sink to wash my hands and face. I turn the tap and answer him, "Anna."

"Anna.. Thats nice. My name is Harry." He followed close on my heels, and propping his arm on the wall as I wash myself off.

"I guess." I shrug.

"Does Anna have a last name?"

My brow goes up, did he really ask the question like that?

"Mills. Anna Mills."

"Animals. Nice." He jokes. I shake my head back and forth and roll my eyes. What a classic. I walk to the paper towel dispenser and dry my hands and face.

"Yea, whatever." I throw my trash away and turn to face him. He was now standing tall with his arms crossed, prominating his muscles.

"Thank you.. um...."I cringe, embarrassed that I already forgot his name.

"Harry.. Harry Styles." He sweetly smiled.

"Thank you, Harry Styles.." I turn to the door.

"See you around." Harry says from behind.

I pretend I don't hear him and walk out of the washroom. I sigh in relief that it was all over.

I can go home.

I can relax.

But for some reason as I walk down the hall, I feel as if I know this wasn't the end of this day.

There was still something else to come, but what?

Notes

Like my lame attempt at a joke? :)