BROKEN

CHAPTER 7: SAVE ME

ANNAS POV

I lied in bed starting at the ceiling of my bedroom. The stars hanging from the ceiling haven't moved for fourteen years since we moved in to this house. They stuck to the wall like glue stuck to paper.

I thought about my day. I thought about what had happened. I still couldn't believe it. It wasn't the fact that I finally met the hot, British boy I fell in love with three years ago. Its the fact that I met someone who finally cared. Someone who finally cared about someone other than themself.

I sit tossing and turning in my bed for hours before I stand up. I walk quietly into the bathroom. The sound of my footsteps is as soft as the sound of my childhood memories passing through my brain.

I open the door and flick the light on. The light brightens the room like the sun brightens a grey sky. I take a look in my mirror. I take a look at my face. My face was being overshadowed by the thoughts and my emotions representing my body. As the true person inside. Suddenly, a tear rolls down my cheek. I can't take it any more.

I lie down on the ground and the tears won't stop. I can't describe why I feel this way. or how it feels to go through this. all I can say is that you shouldn't feel this way. you shouldn't have to go through this. you shouldn't have to feel this pain. It starts in my head. It tearss me apart and then to my heart. Eventually, I'm left here. Stranded. Alone. Theres nobody there.

I'm so done at this point. I turn my head to the side, revealing the mascara rubbed off on my arm and I see something sticking out of my jeans pocket falling out of my laundry basket. It's the paper. The paper Harry gave to me.

I open it up to find a scribbled, round handwritten note from none other than Harry.

"I love you. You are beautiful. Stay strong. Or call me." My jaw drops as my eyes drift down to a number scribbled on the bottom of the paper. This was enough. This was enough of save me tonight. Enough to keep me here. And who knows?

Maybe this could be a permanent thing.