My arm hurts very badly, and so does my head. I don't know what it was, exactly, that I did this time to make them mad, but it must have been something awful. They told me I had a week in here this time, and that they'd feed me when they remembered. I sure hope they remember...
It's dark in here. I guess Dudley came down the stairs...I can feel something hit my head. It's nothing I'm not used to, though. I guess I got used to this entire place. The spiders don't really bother me anymore. I can talk to them, and they listen. Unlike my aunt and uncle. They just say that if my mum and dad didn't want me enough to keep me, then they don't want to deal with me either.
I guess I can understand that.
I blink behind my too-weak glasses and try to focus in the dark space, but I can't see much through the little bit of light that comes through the door. I can see my small pillow, though. I shift over towards it and lay down, quickly folding my hands in front of me - kind of like those people I saw on TV by accident when Dudley was flipping through channels. The man on the TV said something about a guy who saves you when things look dark.
Well, things look dark to me.
"Mister, if you don't mind listening to me like the spiders, I need to ask you something. The people on TV were talking about someone who rescues people, and I was wondering, if you aren't too busy, or anything...if you could let me out of here? It's not as bad now as it was when I was smaller, but it's still cold. Maybe you could make my parents want me again? That'd be great. Uhm...thanks."
With a small shiver, I pulled my ratty, torn blanket over myself and settled down, dreaming sweet dreams of loving parents coming to rescue me from my cupboard.
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Drabble Prompt: Harry's Cupboard
Length: 250 words
(we see how well that turned out, don't we?)
I've always loved little!Harry stories. So I decided to try my hand at one. Hope it worked!