Harry didn't want to do it, but no matter how hard he tried he would always find himself back in the same position; lay in a pool of his own blood, his arms gashed open, raw and untouched. "I just want to feel something, anything" he whispered to himself, his voice croaky and raw from the unheard screams that tore themselves from his throat. The nightmares are ruthless; they will never stop, plaguing his nights and now also his days. Voldemort's never ending torture was destroying him: piece by piece his sanity was slipping away. Into the Abyss. And he loved it. The-Boy-Who-Lived, how ironic when all he wanted to do was die. But he couldn't, that right had been stolen from him the minute the scar was embellished onto his forehead. It was Harry's scar that sealed his fate and withheld him from joining his parents into the afterlife. It was the lightning bolt that created Harry Potter. The Chosen One, well whoever chose him will be getting a few choice words from Harry himself when this all ends, if it ends.
The icy, razor sharp blade dragged across Harry's ivory skin, piercing it, leaving yet another crimson mark on his marred flesh. "This is the last time…I swear" a bitter and twisted smile formed on his face as he realised he had sunken so low as to lie to himself. It would never be the last time. The smile soon left his face as he found himself whimpering pathetically. "FREAKS DON'T CRY" His Aunt and Uncle had drilled into him often enough, that he quickly tried to stifle his heartbreak to prevent the steady flow of tears that were about to fall. Harry silently sobbed to himself, desperately trying to stop the wails that escaped from his throat. "Freaks don't cry", he desperately tried to remember but he couldn't stop it. The tears cascaded down his face, dripping onto the bloodstained tiles as they began to form a puddle.
Harry soon began to lose consciousness; his body slumped to the ground effortlessly. The only visible sign of life was the faint rising and falling of his chest almost as though the weights of the world were burdened upon him, restricting his movements with their expectations. He didn't want to do it any-more. Why him? He didn't want to be a hero. He wanted to be normal. He wanted to be "Just Harry".