Shattered

Chapter Six

As we got back to my room, Harry's face was bright red.

"Do you have your key?" He asked. I groaned. I didn't.

"No, I don't." I banged my head on the door, which made Harry giggle like a little girl.

"What's so funny?" I laughed.

"I dunno... I laugh at a lot of things." He smiled honestly. I plopped myself down on the floor and sighed. Harry did the same.

"So, if you don't mind me asking... Why are you here? You're Harry Styles, you aren't supposed to be in some crazy mental asylum." I looked at him with questioning eyes.

"Well... You can't tell anyone..." He took a deep breath.

"I, um, was suicidal for a while. I was miserable and I wanted the craziness of the fans to just stop. I hate being famous, with all the pressure and people who cut because of you and I guess it's too much for me. I attempted suicide four times, and after that they decided to put me here to try to stop this behaviour I guess." When he finished talking, his voice was soft and a whisper.

"Oh... Well I'm-"

"Don't say that sorry crap. I chose to do this to myself. It's not like my damn Uncle died or something!" He was yelling now and he stood up. But I guess he realized he was getting mad at nothing- or he saw the horrific look on my face, I don't know, but something made him sit down.

"Sorry." He mumbled. Maybe he was bipolar, too.

"Why are you here?" He asked, looking down at his hands in his lap.

"Well, I'm here because my Father beat me since I was little. He would hit me and punch and push me and say heartbreaking things to me, like he never loved me, I should die, and that I was a mistake. I cut for a while, I, um, still do actually, I am slightly anorexic and a little bulimic, because he wouldn't let me eat. I also drank for a while, and smoked. I attempted suicide by drinking bleach, and I had to get my stomach pumped. I recently passed out for sleep deprivation and lack of food, and I ended up here, and I guess the Doctors noticed how my Dad threw me down the stairs, so they emitted me here... I don't know why my Dad hates me, I really don't. My Mom drinks and smokes weed, and she barely notices me and my sister. My sister is an angel, and she gets treated so nicely, which is weird, because my Dad hates me but loves her. My sister is probably devastated right now. I, I'm done." I stood up and ran down the hallway. I reached the doors of the hospital to the outside world, and I swung open the doors. I needed to get to the bottom of this. I started running down the street, and with my wounds still healing, it hurt like hell.

"HADLEY WAIT!" I heard a voice call. Sniffling and wiping my eyes, I continued down the crowded street. I had no idea what day or what time it was, and as I kept running I got weird looks from people. Maybe it was because by now I was crying, or maybe it was because I looked like shit. I turned down onto a less busy residential street and continued down. I was going to find out what's behind my Dad hating me. I felt like I had been running for hours when I finally reached my worn down house. I barged in, not caring about knocking.

"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!" I cried as soon as I entered the house.

"Hadley! What are you doing?" Asked my for once sober Mom.

"I AM ASKING WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON." I demanded. I could hear Harry behind me.

"What do you mean, Hadley?" My Mom looked over at my Dad, who was red eyes and slouched over the newspaper.

"WHY DOES DAD HATE ME BUT LOVE MEADOW. I DEMAND TO KNOW NOW WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON. WHY DO I GET BEAT BY DAD BUT MEADOW DOESN'T. WHY DO I GET CALLED A DEMON, A HEATHEN AND A DEVIL, BUT MEADOW GETS CALLED AN ANGEL SENT FROM ABOVE. I WANT TO KNOW NOW." I was still crying, but I felt powerful right now. My Mom bit her lip.

"We can't tell you." She finally mumbled in a whisper.

"Tell me NOW." I shrieked.

"NO Hadley. I can't. Not right now." She got up and ran out of the dining room. I glared at my Dad.

"If she doesn't tell- you will. Why the hell do you hate me? What did I EVER do to you? Tell me! I WANT TO KNOW!" I stepped closer to him and spoke louder and faster.

"YOU AREN'T MINE." He finally yelled. What? My Mom cheated on him? This took me a moment to process, but as soon as it finally crossed my mind, I glared at him.

"SO THAT GIVES YOU THE RIGHT TO BEAT ME? TO TELL ME YOU NEVER LOVED ME? TO TELL ME I SHOULD BE DEAD? WHAT THE HELL! GODDAMIT I DESERVED A CHILDHOOD BUT I WAS AFRAID OF YOU? DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND? I WAS SCARED OF MY OWN SO CALLED 'DAD'. WHY DID YOU DO THIS? YOU'RE A DISGUSTING MONSTER AND WHEN I HAVE KIDS YOU ARE FORBIDDEN TO SEE THEM. I DON'T WANT A SICK ASS MONSTER AROUND THEM!" I screamed. His face fell. Good. He deserved it. I spun around and knocked everything over, throwing plates, chairs, everything I could get my hands on. I turned back around to face him.

"I HOPE YOU BURN IN HELL!" I screamed. I ran out of my house, knocking Harry on the way out. I kept running, but there is no way I would ever go back to the hospital. Where could I go?