Bleeding Inside
By: Cole
Just One More Goodnight Kiss


Author's Note: Hello. I've decided to write this story from my own personal experiences in life. I've recently been fighting with my guardians and am a confused teenager. Please read and review, it would really help me out with my sadness.



Summary: Based on the past few months of my life. Harry is quickly drawn into depression after he wishes for his parents. Suicide is looking good to him right now. Can he bring them back? Yes... Please read and review.



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You step out of line one more time, Potter, and you'll be out of here so fast it won't be funny! shouted the short, fat man. He was truly a horrid person. His breath was halitosis central, he sat around all day and did nothing but complain to Harry.


Harry couldn't take it anymore.



What did I do wrong, Harry began, It was just a dumb thing. I didn't mean to do it! He pleaded and begged. He couldn't help but stop and zone out of the yelling and think of his parents. The picture with a young Lily and James Potter holding a baby Harry. It was perfect. This was not...



I can't help but think that you're using us to get to your freak school, you little user! Is it so? shouted Petunia. She was surely a tall, anorexic women. Quite the contrary to Vernon but that's aside the point.



Go to your room and don't come out at all! said Vernon to Harry loudly. Dudley was over in the living room enjoying every minute of this, but yet feeling a little petrified.


BAM!!!


Vernon kicked Harry down to the ground. Getting up with the taste of dirt-infested carpet in his mouth, he couldn't help but let a tear roll down his soft, magical cheek. This world was horrible. Harry could bear it no longer. The constant threats of getting kicked out, the yelling and screaming, the slapping and pushing. It would never cease, he thought.


Walking up to his room quietly, he heard Vernon and Petunia talking to Dudley.



When he finally reached his room, he walked over to his window right next to Hedwig's cage and folded his hands upon the windowsill. Overlooking the bright night sky filled with stars that were so free, he thought that his parents were watching over him. He wanted to see them so badly. He wanted to get away from this prison. No one could help him. He couldn't use a phone, he couldn't owl someone for the Dursleys would probably spot him. He was all alone. Nothing to live for. What's the point. His life was over, and this time, he meant it....


He walked over to the wardrobe and pulled out a small box. Pictures were contained deeply within the dust covered box. Just one more time, he wanted to feel his mothers soft lips across his forehead where now his scar was. He wanted to feel his dads large, masculine hands run over his jet black hair. He wanted to see all three of them together one more time through those emerald green eyes.



Never again....


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I'm bleeding inside...



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This is how I feel at the moment. I just got done looking through a bunch of old photos of my mother and I. Please read and review. I'll update ASAP ...thanks!