The day had finally ended and Harry finshed marking papers for now. He
dropped his pen on the papers, leaned back in his chair and stretched. It
was only around 5 P.M. After that he leaned forward and relaxed his head in
his folded arms, just for a few minutes.
"Harry?" A voice interuppted his peaceful rest. It was Ronnie at the door. He didn't lift his head.
"Yes," he answered but it came out muffled because of his arms.
"You okay?" she tried again. He took the clue and raised his head from his arms, squinting from the light.
"Just dandy," he responded and leaned back in his chair, propping his feet on the right corner of his desk. Ronie folded her arms and leaned against one side of the door frame. She smiled.
"I don't even think it's possible for you to be dandy," she answered back to Harry's sarcasm.
"Well I am living proof," he raised his arms a little bit and then they fell on his lap.
"Come on Harry, what happened this morning?" she tried again as if she had got him into some sort of good mood.
"Nothing, I just got lazy kids," he rubbed his eyes deeply hoping the headache would have lifted throughout the day but it hadn't. Advil: Fast relief in under an hour, his ass.
"So you walked out of your class," Ronnie finished arms still crossed. Harry didn't respond. She knew it was true. "And what happened today, to your face.." She already knew, he could tell from just her voice.
"Why don't you go ask your buddy Harper?" Harry asked sarcastically hating to repeat his adventures of experiences. Ronnie's face turned to a scoff.
"He is not my buddy, we are hardly even friends," she said back. Harry nodded at her argument really not caring if they were or not.
"Do you know Ashley Whitmore?" he asked to change the subject. Ronnie thought for a second.
"Long hair, quiet?" she asked. Harry nodded. "Yeah, why?"
"Have you noticed.. anything with her?" he know his wording sounded stupid and vague.
"I'm not sure I know what you mean," she said curiously. Harry leaned his elbows on his desk and ran his hands through his hair. Ronnie walked in a ways, arms still crossed. Harry sighed not planning before to tell her what was up.
"Today I caught her with a knife, but she had no intent on harming others, just herself," he paused. Ronnie leaned again a desk in the front, a more conerned look on her face. "Her father abuses her; she's got bruises all over her arms," he stood up from his desk and paced a little now, now frustrated again.
"Did you call the police? Social Services?" Ronnie asked knowing him, he hadn't.
"No.. She has a tendency to run away and if we got anyone else involved, God knows where she'd end up and what will happen to her.." Harry said looking more at the floor than the blonde.
"But Harry, if she's being physcially abused, and harming herself.. she needs help, something you or I can't give," Ronnie stood up straight her arms now at her sides.
"If we just.." Harry trailed off now not knowing what to say. "Just promise me you won't tell anyone else.. She'll run. I know she will. She's scared," Harry looked at her now. Ronnie hesistated with her answer.
"Just let me talk to her first," Harry nodded and concluded.
"Alright," she responded unsurely. Harry rubbed his forehead and eyes again and sat back down at his desk, elbows up.
"Harry seriously, are you okay?" she asked again. He raised his head to look at her.
"Just tired," he responded half-honestly. The headache throbbed and pounded and it almost made him feel sick.
Ronnie took that and folded her arms again and started for the door.
"Get some rest, okay? I'll see you tomorrow.." And she slowly walked out of the room and down the hall.
Harry after a few minutes of sitting in the silence, looked down at the papers on his desk. He moved aside the top paper and noticed Ashley's name scribbled at the top of the next paper. A poem was written on the lines under her name.
"The beauticious mirage awaits me, a chamber full of gold.. jeering and corrupting me, journey after journey I've told," Harry read aloud. "The fortress I've come to realize, has haulted me in my tracks, time after time I've fought the current, but it always held me back."
"Cascading rocks from a world never told, precise, though I see, the world that crumbles nearby, crumbles with dignity."
"Stop, don't look, you musn't know of the world that awaits the weak. One wrong turn and it might take you in, for it's only acceptence you seek."
"The water that boils over, is splashed upon your soul. Curses escape your lips, and the world starts to pull."
"You have now entered the world of rune, demons and fire at your feet. Calling you in, tugging your shirt, inducing you to the heat."
"I am forever confined within, vulgar and clawing in the pit. Billigerant thoughts of hostility, have conveyed me wrathfully to quit.."
Harry wasn't big on poetry, or knowing what it meant, but the first thought that came to his mind was 'powerful'. Such powerful words. He lifted the poem up to see her assignment stuck under it. She must have accidently handed it to him. The poem also talked to him another way.
She was going to kill herself.
Alarmed at the thoughts he was having, he stood up quickly, dizzy from his head rush and grabbed his jacket off the back of his chair.
Now it was time to do a house visit.
"Harry?" A voice interuppted his peaceful rest. It was Ronnie at the door. He didn't lift his head.
"Yes," he answered but it came out muffled because of his arms.
"You okay?" she tried again. He took the clue and raised his head from his arms, squinting from the light.
"Just dandy," he responded and leaned back in his chair, propping his feet on the right corner of his desk. Ronie folded her arms and leaned against one side of the door frame. She smiled.
"I don't even think it's possible for you to be dandy," she answered back to Harry's sarcasm.
"Well I am living proof," he raised his arms a little bit and then they fell on his lap.
"Come on Harry, what happened this morning?" she tried again as if she had got him into some sort of good mood.
"Nothing, I just got lazy kids," he rubbed his eyes deeply hoping the headache would have lifted throughout the day but it hadn't. Advil: Fast relief in under an hour, his ass.
"So you walked out of your class," Ronnie finished arms still crossed. Harry didn't respond. She knew it was true. "And what happened today, to your face.." She already knew, he could tell from just her voice.
"Why don't you go ask your buddy Harper?" Harry asked sarcastically hating to repeat his adventures of experiences. Ronnie's face turned to a scoff.
"He is not my buddy, we are hardly even friends," she said back. Harry nodded at her argument really not caring if they were or not.
"Do you know Ashley Whitmore?" he asked to change the subject. Ronnie thought for a second.
"Long hair, quiet?" she asked. Harry nodded. "Yeah, why?"
"Have you noticed.. anything with her?" he know his wording sounded stupid and vague.
"I'm not sure I know what you mean," she said curiously. Harry leaned his elbows on his desk and ran his hands through his hair. Ronnie walked in a ways, arms still crossed. Harry sighed not planning before to tell her what was up.
"Today I caught her with a knife, but she had no intent on harming others, just herself," he paused. Ronnie leaned again a desk in the front, a more conerned look on her face. "Her father abuses her; she's got bruises all over her arms," he stood up from his desk and paced a little now, now frustrated again.
"Did you call the police? Social Services?" Ronnie asked knowing him, he hadn't.
"No.. She has a tendency to run away and if we got anyone else involved, God knows where she'd end up and what will happen to her.." Harry said looking more at the floor than the blonde.
"But Harry, if she's being physcially abused, and harming herself.. she needs help, something you or I can't give," Ronnie stood up straight her arms now at her sides.
"If we just.." Harry trailed off now not knowing what to say. "Just promise me you won't tell anyone else.. She'll run. I know she will. She's scared," Harry looked at her now. Ronnie hesistated with her answer.
"Just let me talk to her first," Harry nodded and concluded.
"Alright," she responded unsurely. Harry rubbed his forehead and eyes again and sat back down at his desk, elbows up.
"Harry seriously, are you okay?" she asked again. He raised his head to look at her.
"Just tired," he responded half-honestly. The headache throbbed and pounded and it almost made him feel sick.
Ronnie took that and folded her arms again and started for the door.
"Get some rest, okay? I'll see you tomorrow.." And she slowly walked out of the room and down the hall.
Harry after a few minutes of sitting in the silence, looked down at the papers on his desk. He moved aside the top paper and noticed Ashley's name scribbled at the top of the next paper. A poem was written on the lines under her name.
"The beauticious mirage awaits me, a chamber full of gold.. jeering and corrupting me, journey after journey I've told," Harry read aloud. "The fortress I've come to realize, has haulted me in my tracks, time after time I've fought the current, but it always held me back."
"Cascading rocks from a world never told, precise, though I see, the world that crumbles nearby, crumbles with dignity."
"Stop, don't look, you musn't know of the world that awaits the weak. One wrong turn and it might take you in, for it's only acceptence you seek."
"The water that boils over, is splashed upon your soul. Curses escape your lips, and the world starts to pull."
"You have now entered the world of rune, demons and fire at your feet. Calling you in, tugging your shirt, inducing you to the heat."
"I am forever confined within, vulgar and clawing in the pit. Billigerant thoughts of hostility, have conveyed me wrathfully to quit.."
Harry wasn't big on poetry, or knowing what it meant, but the first thought that came to his mind was 'powerful'. Such powerful words. He lifted the poem up to see her assignment stuck under it. She must have accidently handed it to him. The poem also talked to him another way.
She was going to kill herself.
Alarmed at the thoughts he was having, he stood up quickly, dizzy from his head rush and grabbed his jacket off the back of his chair.
Now it was time to do a house visit.