The Funny One

Harmony is an Irish shy girl that never gets noticed. In fact, nobody really knows she exists, her parents are both dead, and she lives in an abandoned trailer. One day, she gets noticed, and so everybody recognises her face... Especially Louis Tomilson, a normal guy who she soon tutors in for Greek language. What happens when they both fall in love?


18. Dreams

I watched as a young girl drew a heart on her wrist with a razor. The heart bled as it dripped down her arm, the dark colour made her smile. She shivered, probably from the warmth of the blood on her goose bumping skin. I knew how that felt. She turned around and smiled again. "People will see hearts as these, but they won't know how much it means. This heart means deep cherished love to me, and other people only see it as a meaningless marking," she said. She sighed, "Nobody can see. They don't understand. They thinks eyes explain. Eyes see, they don't understand, that's the hearts job. But the heart can only understand personal experience or knowledge." She twirled the razor in her hands. She hummed a familiar tune to a song. "I remember when your head caught flame," she started the song "Buzzcut Season by Lorde but stopped. A tear rolled down her cheek. "Don't cry you're not alone," I told her. She didn't do anything. That's when I discovered she couldn't see or hear me. She was talking to darkness, I was invisible, in a dark corner. She was only talking to the quiet darkness that was the only friend she has. She didn't talk to me. When I looked at her she writing on a paper. "This isn't worth it. You hate me, they all hate me. I love life, but if you love it you've got to let it go. Here goes nothing. See you in hell Jim," and for some reason I could tell Jim was her stepdad. She wrote in her own bold from her blade on the paper. "No, no, stay. You have to LIVE. Listen to me! You can't die, I tried but I regretted it more than anything and was happy to be saved. Don't let the blade control you!" I screamed. She couldn't hear me. She wrote on her arm "see you in hell bitches" and I watched as she bled heavily. She smiled. Then collapsed to the floor. I tried to get closer to her, but I couldn't get to her. She was bleeding through the carpet now, still smiling in unconsciousness. "MATILDA!" I heard a woman scream. I turned around to see a woman looking like the girl. It was her mother for sure. She lifted up Matilda and hugged her into her chest getting blood all over her. "She paints a pretty picture, but her picture has a twist, her paintbrush is her razor, and her canvas is her wrist. She paints her pretty pictures, in a colour that's blood red, and using her sharp paintbrush she finally ends up dead. Blood no longer racing through her and her arm, she can no longer do any harm. She wrote her own fate, but her fate has a twist, you realise her mind was her razor and her heart was her wrist," Matilda said in a raspy voice. Her mother cried harder and hugged her tighter. "Hush little baby, don't you cry, don't cut your wrist, don't say goodbye," her mother sang until Matilda's chest stopped moving. She had died. "You just let her die?" I asked. The woman screamed a high pitch scream.

I awoke to a scream until I saw Niall run in my room. I realised it was me who was screaming. "Nightmare, just a nightmare. I'm okay," I told Niall. He nodded and sat on my bed. "I know you're having a hard time right now, and I hate to see that, but I want you to know I'm always here. Please remember that. Don't be scared," he said and kissed my forehead. "Please sleep with me tonight Niall," I whispered. "Ok," he answered and got in the bed next to me and I fell back to sleep in his grasp.

What do you think? This was short I know but right now it's my spring break and I'm with my dad and not my mam, so we needed to hang out. But anyway hope you liked it.


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