I understand if half of you guys want to murder me.

1. For updating so freaking late.

2. What you are about to read...

3. Spelling errors. This was written on my phone




"Harry I... Harry I can't." I quietly muttered, not looking into his eyes. "Maybe you don't understand now but I just simply can't."

Harry immediately moved away from me and one of his rough hands grabbed my jaw, while the other had a hold of my left arm. "No. I get it. You can't have a guy like me to be called your boyfriend, someone with tattoos and piercing. You need a fucking straight A pussy of a boyfriend, because that's what your parents will love."

As he was talking his grip on my arm got tighter and tighter bringing tears to my eyes. "Harry, it's not like th-"

"Shut the hell up Greyson, it's exactly like that" he spat into my face.
"Fine go be with someone like that. I'm actually happy you will. To think I was going to actually put up with your suicidal ass. Your mom probably wanted to be dead so she didn't have to deal with you." His face was filled with anger but his eyes were filled with guilty and regret. (A/N Harry you dumbass.)

When he said that my tears vanished. "I already know that."

"N-no Greyso-" He desperately began.

"Leave me alone" I whispered, shoving him out of my way. I quickly and quietly collected my things, ignoring all of Harry's protests.

"I just want to protect you!" He yelled.

"Protect me from what" my voice was so calm but I felt like I was gonna explode.

"The wrong choices." he tried getting closer but I moved away.

"I don't need to be fucking protected."

Hiding my bloody arm I ran out of the bathroom, straight to my locker. I unlocked it and took out the thin black jacket, then I put it on.

Protect me? Are you serious right now? Who does he think he is my brother?

I'm making these situations seem harder than they are. Putting my head on my cool locker I dropped my book bag and just stood there. I was finally relaxed but of course everything good has to come to an end because the bell sounded.

Quickly I took my head out of my locker and got ready for my next class.

"Greyson!" I sighed. I don't really want to be in the presence of people right now.

In the process of turning my head I was soon knocked to the floor, nearly making me crack my head open. "Oh my god, Greyson I am so sorry! Are you alright?"

I open my eyes to see Jason standing over me. I have him one of my best fake smiles and accepted the hand he was holding out for me. Surprisingly my glasses didn't fall off in the process, which I'm really happy about. He pulled me up from the dirty ground and I brushed myself off.

"Greyson I'm really sorry, but could we take a rain check or tonight? Something came up and I need to be there."

That took me off guard.

"Oh yea.. Thats fine."
"I'm really sorry Greyson"

"No don't be, it's really alright." He gave me one of his million dollar smiles and engulfed me into a hug.

"Thanks for understanding.. um I'll see you later."

Then he let go of his embrace and began to walk away.

To be honest, I didn't even want to go on this date tonight. All I wanted to do was go home and take a nice long shower.

No baths.

Baths are gross, just the thought of sitting in your own filth makes me feel uncomfortable.
Once again I sighed and grabbed my bag off of the floor.


Now it's times to hide my feelings.

Fake a smile. Scars are covered. No tears in my eyes.

I'm ready to go.

I began walking to the usual place me and Andrea hang out during nutrition, honestly I don't want to be here at all but I know I can't miss another day.


Walking home was something I always enjoyed, but I never enjoyed walking home covered in paint. Yes paint.

Being within 10 yards from Sophia isn't really a good idea.
Now I'm going to have to walk all the way home. Looking like a clown.

I honestly don't know why she can't leave me alone. We were friends when I first came to this school. She was a difficult person to handle even back then, but I was the only one who actually stuck with her. Later on her mom got her a bra and that's basically when our friendship came to an end.

Sighing I made my way up the stairs, leading me to my house and I was soon greeted with Sam. Great.

"Hey Greyson" he said coolly. "You look different from the last time I saw you, did you do something to your hair?"

"Piss off." I said brushing passed him, going into the house. Taking off my shoes I ran into my room and shoved everything in my hands into my dresser drawer. Now it's times for a shower.

Grabbing everything I needed for the shower I walked into the bathroom. My feet immediately became cold due to the tile floors and my lack of socks.

I turned on the water as I began undressing, throwing all my clothes into the laundry basket, obviously not my t-shirt. If Marsha saw that she would probably commit homicide. My tense body went under the warm temperature relaxing me. Forgetting about the cuts on my skin my arm began to sting under the water but soon brought me a sort of pleasure I was familiar with.

After scrubbing my body and hair multiple times I saw no sign of paint, which was a huge relief. Soon after I finished I stayed in the shower, the boiling water soothing my muscles.

Harry's words echoed through my head.

Your mom probably wanted to be dead, so she didn't have to deal with you!

His words were like a slap in the face, except more painful. Just losing my mom was painful but being told she wanted to be dead just to get away from me was to much.

This made me think.

What if she did plan her death?
What if I really was a mistake?
What if she purposely left me with my father, so I'd get beaten?
What if I'm putting myself through so much pain because my mom died, but she is happy about not being alive?

My chest began to tighten and the familiar feeling came in the back of my throat. Salty tears began to fill my eyes as I looked at the tiled floor. I'm so tired, physically and emotionally.

My back hit the wall as I slid down, sitting on the ground in the shower. Covering my mouth with my hand, I held back in all my sobs making sure none of them were audible. Tears were being mixed with the water that was pouring out of the shower head.

Why was a such a fuck up?


Walking out of the bathroom I held my bloody shirt and used towel in my hand. "Hey Greyson" the sudden voice startled me making me jump. Looking to my left I see Michael. "Hay is for horses." Michael looked extremely confused but I continued walking into my room.

Peering inside of the room I see all four of the boys are sitting in there playing their stupid game. Great.

"Hi guys" I greeted.

They all weakly gave me a greeting back, obviously too interested in the game. I quickly threw the shirt in the far back of the last drawer apart of my dresser.

"We got a full house for dinner tonight" beau said.
"Really? Everybody?" I wasn't really common for all of us to be in the house at the same time. One of us were missing at dinner and by us I mean Sam or Michael.

"Yea, you didn't see Sam or Mike?"
"No I saw em', I didn't except them to stay."
Knowing they are all gonna be here for dinner makes me think something is going to go terribly wrong.

I'm not sure what it is, but I'm silently praying it will not involve me at all.



Going to try my best to update BEFORE the new year. WOOHOO 2013 YOU WILL NOT BE MISSED.

Dedicated to @idastyles123 for being the only one to say No. haha






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