Other Side

The air is bitter, nipping at my skin. I fold my arms tighter over my chest. I tke a breath of the fresh air, feeling some tension release from my shoulders. The music from inside the house is still audible from where Zayn andI stand. My eyelids are weak with exhaustion and I wnt to go back to my dorm. Zayn is absent mindedly tlking about something and I nod, just to make it seem like I'm listening.

My paranoia is flirting around with idea of being out here alone. My eyes are locking onto every rustle of wind, sway of a branch. I run my tongue over my bottom lip, wetting my dry skin. The air sends another gust, breathing heavily on the stilling silence. I shiver. I close my eyes, forgetting Zayns presence, trying to calm my racing heart.

"Eve?" I hear Lanas voice and I turn around. She has Tristan in a hug, but her eyes are on me.

"Looks like I'm leaving." I say with a shrug. Zayn nods.

"It was nice getting to know you." Zayn says. I force a smile on my face.

"Yeah, you too." I give him a small wave and walk up to Lana.

* * *

I stare at my shades of green until one matches the color of his eyes. I lightly shade in the iris, chewing on my lip. Harry had impeccably beautiful eyes, my fingers twitched to draw them. I lean back in my chair, observing my art. The eyes didn't seem right and my head was aching. I close my sketch book and move to sit on my bed.

Lana walks out of the bathroom, describing indetail her date with Trstan. I nod incoherently, staring at the wood floor until my eyes glaze over.

"Eve!" Lana snaps. I adjust my gaze.

"Stop being a depressed whore for a second pay attention." I frown. I hadn't noticed how often I tune thing out. It was like a sixth sense to ignore people. I had done it the moment the doctor told me my mother died.

She was my best friend. Drawing was her passion, teaching me what she knew from a young age. I would watch her skillfully create a masterpiece and envy her talent. My father was never in the picture much, except on rare occasion when he would actually come home from a bar or an affair. On nights when he was hammered good, he would use my mom as a punching bag.

Her muffled cries murdered my thoughts when I sat in bed, crying until he would stop. When she died, my dad said that she was better off. I believed him. But I began destroy myself. I thought it wa my fault she died. I excused mysel ffrom interaction with other kds at school. I would mutilate my wrists until they were driping with warm blood.

My father would drive me into a wall. Filling my mind with every doubt I cut my wrists for. I would draw until my pencil broke. Lana would help me. I began breathing again. My cuts healed to a light pink. My head cleared.

My depression settled inside me and sat in my chest, laughing at me when I tried to enjoy myself.

"Hey babe?" Lana callsfrom the bathroom.

Inhale.

Exhale

"Yeah?" I ask weakly.

"I was wondering if you were still alive." Lana laughs. I smile.

"Still here." I say.

Notes

This chapter is sooo boring Im sorry!! I needed to giv background and stuff! I want this to be a well developed story(:

I just want Harry and Evangeline together already. Theyll meet soon tho!! (': (: (: (:

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