Warnings: Self-Harm

Disclaimer:*Insert something funny about how I do not own Harry Potter or anything to do with the films or the books here*

A/N: I really need to stop writing stories like these, but ah well. This is just an idea that came into my head and wouldn't go away, so, TA DA! Might continue it, depends really. It can fit as a one-shot though. Enjoy!


Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will rip my skin apart. - Unknown


Words. The most dangerous, most powerful and most painful weapon ever created.

You don't need a gun, a knife, a bomb or any other muggle weapon.

You don't need a wand, a jinx, a curse or any other wizard weapon.

You only need words.

How?

How is this true?

How are words worse than inflicting pain on one's body?

How is being harmed emotionally, worse than being harmed physically?

How does something as simple as letters, words, sentences, paragraphs, pages, books, rip one's skin apart?

Well, as you seem so eager to now. It goes something like this.

Weasel

Rip

Useless

Rip

Weak

Rip

Pathetic

Rip

Worthless

Rip

Stupid

Rip

Non-deserving

Rip

Ginger freak

Rip

Not The-Boy-Who-Lived

Rip

Just The-Boy-Who-Wouldn't-Fucking-Die

Rip

Are you happy now?

Are you happy that you now how much it hurts me hearing you say and call me all these things?

I'm not saying that I don't deserve it. That I don't deserve all the insults, all the taunts, all the disappointed glances I receive when everyone thinks I'm not looking.

I'm just asking why?

Why do I deserve all this?

What have I done to get all this hate?

Do you know how it hurts me to hear these words over and over and over again, in my head and out loud? Like a broken record stuck on repeat?

You don't. I know you don't. You wouldn't say them if you would. You most likely don't notice that you even do it.

You don't even notice me.

You wouldn't notice if one day, I just disappeared.

You wouldn't notice if when you woke up one morning, i wasn't there anymore.

You wouldn't notice if I was there one second, then the next I'd be gone.

You wouldn't. And you and I know it.

I'm just a shadow. A shadow that can bleed. And that's all I'll ever be.


A/N: So, what do you think?