Meet Me in the Meadow

Dreams are like fireflies. You have to catch them in order to see the beauty, but once they stop lighting up, they die. That sums up my life. An eighteen year old girl, who sits alone everyday in the same spot wondering what to do with her life. If anyone wants to save me from ending it, tell them to meet me in the meadow. I bet you no one will show up.
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34. Tears Of A Monster

I open my eyes to see Harry. His eyes formed a scowl as he stared down my father. Tears streamed down my face, as I curled myself up into a ball.

"Who do you think you are?" My father sneered at him, now turning to face Harry.

 "I am her boyfriend." Harry barked at him, is hands balling up into tight fists.

"You are joking? She could never have a boyfriend." He snickered, Harry's ever present frown getting even worse.

 "She is beautiful, and has a gorgeous heart. Unlike you!" He yelled, stepping closer to him.

 My father punched him in the face, sending Harry to the ground. A shrill scream came from my mouth, as blood started to trickle out of Harry's nose. I stood up slowly, and jumped onto his back. I tried to bring him to the ground, only resulting in him throwing me to the pavement, a squeak coming out of my dry throat. Harry rushed to my side, pushing a strand of my hair to the side of my head. His eyes gave me a sincere look, before he was lifted by the collar of his shirt up to his feet. My father took a swing at him, but he ducked, and instead Harry punched him in the face. 

 "You think you are so strong, don't you?" My father chuckled, standing up slowly to his feet, a small bruise forming on his cheek.

 "I can do anything to help the ones I love.." Harry replied to him, stepping one step towards him.

 "You don't love her. It is impossible to love someone like her! She is ugly, and doesn't even deserve to be alive!" My father tells him, a wave of depression washing over me.

 "What kind of man are you? Calling your own daughter ugly, and that she doesn't deserve to live? What made you into such a monster?" Harry shouted at him, tears coming out of my eyes.

 "Harry, stop. It's my fault. He has a right to hate me. I ruined his life. I was born, put into the picture. He never loved me. He only stayed because he was madly in love with my mother. I don't know what Mum saw in you, but she loved you too. But when she died, he became mean. If I wasn't alive, then his life would be so much better!" I sobbed, rocking back and forth in my spot.

"Do you see what you have caused this girl? Do you see now?" Harry cried, pointing at the mess of me curled up on the pavement. "Do you see her scars, her pain? What does that make you look like? Not a man, that is for sure!"

My father stood there, speechless. His eyes were widened, his hands fell down his sides. I looked up at my father slowly, and saw what I never was expecting. My father was crying. Real emotion was pouring down his face, and I had no clue why. It was the first time I have seen him cry ever since Mum died. It was weird.

Water fell to the pavement. It was the tears of a monster. A Monster who I thought was stronger than the world, just came crashing down. I was happy.

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