why? part 1
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"Nice shirt you're wearing there.", Astrid and her friends laughed at me.
I was heading towards the exit, when a shoulder brushed against mine.
"God, Harry. Try not to touch her. She's got germs all over her body.", two girls grabbed Harry's strong arms.
Harry was the best basketball player in the school.
Clichè, isn't it.
Clichè but true.
...and he was pretty damn good at it.
"Alright, girls. I'll be more careful next time. I don't want to get sick anytime soon.", he smirked at them, while they were literally melting in front of him.
I was used to it. I guess.
They treated me like that.
Probably because I was the classic quiet girl, nobody talked to.
I had my own reasons.
I mean, I don't think that I've done anything wrong to make them hate me.
I do have blue eyes that may look not interesting, but at least I have a pair of eyes. I've tried so hard to find the positive even in the negative. People make it so hard at times.
My black hair is okay, I guess. It's curly, which slightly irritates me, but it's okay.
But, I don't want to talk about my body.
It makes me incredibly uncomfortable.
"Goodbye ladies.", he smirked at the girls and then looked at me up and down and went away.
He stopped and turned around.
"Goodbye, germ.", he smirked.
Honestly is there a thing he can do that is not smirking at girls?
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"Olivia, not that plate. The other one.
Why can't you be useful? Just for once.", my mum snorted.
"I-I'll go take a shower.", I stuttered.
Once I was in my bedroom I shared with my annoying sister, I tried to be as innocent as possible and took my scissors and hid them under my clothes.
"A che ti servono le forbici?"
"Per tagliare l'etichetta dalle calze nuove.", I rolled my eyes.
"Guests are coming over. Just so you know."
"Well, I'll go."
"Don't come back.", she laughed loudly.
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After I put a grey jumper on my dark blue shirt and made a big scar on my right thigh, I put finally my black jeans and brushed my teeth.
"Get out scum. The guest arrived."
I opened the door and went after her.
"You look great by the way.", she looked at me, trying not to laugh.
I decided to say nothing.
Like I always do.
"Here are my daughters.", he came gently near me and whispered in my ear:"Cerca di fare una bella figura."
"Certo, padre.", I muttered.
"What language are you guys speaking?", a woman asked us with a kind smile.
"It's Italian.", he fakely smiled at the family. He let go of my arm and started going towards my sister.
"This is Elisa.", he placed his arm around her shoulder as he completely forgot to introduce me to the guests.
"Nice meeting you."
"I'm Anne, this is my husband and son. Please guys, introduce yourselves."
Anne's husband introduced himself and then a guy I knew too well took a step forwards to greet everyone.
"I'm Harry.", he shook my family's hands, then looked at me.
He, then, took a step back to stay next to his mother.
"Well please, welcome!", my mum showed them the way to our dining room.
Once we all were sitting, Anne asked:"What is this young girl's name?", she asked smiling.
My father's smile started fading, but he answered with an almost disgusted whisper:"Olivia."
"You've got a beautiful name, dear."
Wish my name was as beautiful as my body.
"Thank you.", I gave her my best smile.
She turned her head towards my mother and they started talking.
I looked at Elisa for a second or two and noticed that her eyes turned to hearts as she stared at Harry.
I rolled my eyes as I started eating slowly and overheard Anne's question, which caught my attention.
"For how long have you lived in England?"
"We moved a year ago from Italy.", my mother gave her a sad smile.
"From your expression I'd say that you're not really happy about the decision you made.", Harry stated.
"Harry!", Anne slapped his arm slightly.
"It's okay.", mum said smiling. So fake.
"To be honest it was the only choice we had.", she moved her hands.
"We kinda had to."
"What about the girls? How did they take it?", Anne's husband asked my parents.
"Elisa took it well. She was really happy about the news.", Elisa smiled as father talked about her.
"What about you, Olivia?", everyone's head turned to look at me.
"I-I didn't take it well. I'm still not really happy that I-I moved here.", I rubbed my arm and cursed my stupid stuttering.
"How come?", he asked seeming interested.
"I don't feel comfortable with the people who are surrounding me. I guess. In Italy, they treated me as a normal person."
"What do you mean norm-", Harry got stopped by Anne.
"Harry! It's enough.", I didn't realize I was shaking, until I dropped my fork.
"Sorry.", I stood up and got a wide eyed look by my parents.
Every little thing that happened or hurt me, lead me to hate and hurt myself.
I immediately headed in my bedroom and started looking for my scissors with shaking hands.
Once I found them I closed the door, but before I had the possibility to lock it Harry got in and locked it behind him.
I looked at him with wide eyes and he did the same before setting his look on the scissors in my hands.
"What are you doing?", he calmly asked, making me roll my eyes mentally.
I tried to get in the bathroom without touching him, but he stopped me before I could take a step towards the door in front of me.
"What are you holding?"
I stayed silent.
"Look, I don't want to get angry right now nor to raise my voice.
I'm going to ask you as calmly as possible, alright?", I nodded like the stupid girl I am.
"What are you trying to do with them?", he asked with a shaky voice.
I could feel a tear go down my left cheek.
He took them slowly from my hands and put them on the desk next to him.
He put his hands in mine again.
"Were you trying to hurt yourself?", he asked me slowly.
I stayed silent. Again.
"Please.", I nodded still not understanding why this Harry was acting like that.
He was different.
Why?
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Published the 6th of March 2018.