*Disclaimer: I do not own these characters. Rowling does. I know, isn't
that a surprise?
Harry sank into a depression that lasted the rest of the summer. He lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling without seeing. A feeling of emptiness filled his heart until that was the only thing he felt. Sometimes Harry would replay the scene in his head, scene for scene, word for word. All those words hurt him like nothing else he thought could.
The days melted meaninglessly into one another. Harry knew no time. He knew only sadness, a dull ache in the pit of his stomach. He began to absentmindedly pick at his healing scars so that they would break and bleed again. That seemed to be the only thing that brought him back to a reality of some sort. He would look at the blood trickling down his arms and smile to himself. Such a fitting punishment.
Finally the day came that Dudley came bursting into Harry's room, snapping him out of his depressant, dream like state.
"Mum says you best get ready before she sets the room on fire."
Harry looked at Dudley with half closed eyes. Was it possible.
"Now!"
Harry slowly got up and promptly fell down. He hadn't used his limbs for weeks- it felt like he forgot how. He also had eaten nothing but the owl treats he had for Hedwig. He hadn't bathed or changed his clothes either.
Dragging himself to the bathroom, he quickly showered, letting hot water run over him until his skin began to blister and turn pink. Slowly he shut off the water until only cold water was flowing over him, making him shiver, cutting at his skin like little pinpricks. The cold water usually made him aroused- this time he only felt a dull ache.
Looking in the mirror he noticed that he needed a shave. He also noticed that the color had fully faded from his eyes and, apart from slight scratches on his face, there were no signs of his beating. He needed to do something.something.
He was holding a razor in his hand. All of a sudden he was scratching it gently against his skin. Softly at first.all along his arms.suddenly he was at his stomach and he was pressing down. He looked down at his pale flesh and saw a bright contrast of red come out from the tiny scrapes he was making. He stared at them.there was no pain.where was the pain.
It came slowly and dully, vibrating against his mind. It turned into a sting, like a lemon was squeezed into the open wound. Harry smiled. Finally. Something to feel after days of nothing. He looked at the unhealed scabs at his arms. Those helped too. Harry smiled to himself after he finished shaving. Maybe he would bring his little friend.it might prove helpful in time to come..
A.N: Yes I know, nothing particularly interesting has happened.YET! Muhahaha, I have lots of tricks up my sleeves.keep reading, I'll have a chapter uploaded by Monday the latest. Toodles!
Harry sank into a depression that lasted the rest of the summer. He lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling without seeing. A feeling of emptiness filled his heart until that was the only thing he felt. Sometimes Harry would replay the scene in his head, scene for scene, word for word. All those words hurt him like nothing else he thought could.
The days melted meaninglessly into one another. Harry knew no time. He knew only sadness, a dull ache in the pit of his stomach. He began to absentmindedly pick at his healing scars so that they would break and bleed again. That seemed to be the only thing that brought him back to a reality of some sort. He would look at the blood trickling down his arms and smile to himself. Such a fitting punishment.
Finally the day came that Dudley came bursting into Harry's room, snapping him out of his depressant, dream like state.
"Mum says you best get ready before she sets the room on fire."
Harry looked at Dudley with half closed eyes. Was it possible.
"Now!"
Harry slowly got up and promptly fell down. He hadn't used his limbs for weeks- it felt like he forgot how. He also had eaten nothing but the owl treats he had for Hedwig. He hadn't bathed or changed his clothes either.
Dragging himself to the bathroom, he quickly showered, letting hot water run over him until his skin began to blister and turn pink. Slowly he shut off the water until only cold water was flowing over him, making him shiver, cutting at his skin like little pinpricks. The cold water usually made him aroused- this time he only felt a dull ache.
Looking in the mirror he noticed that he needed a shave. He also noticed that the color had fully faded from his eyes and, apart from slight scratches on his face, there were no signs of his beating. He needed to do something.something.
He was holding a razor in his hand. All of a sudden he was scratching it gently against his skin. Softly at first.all along his arms.suddenly he was at his stomach and he was pressing down. He looked down at his pale flesh and saw a bright contrast of red come out from the tiny scrapes he was making. He stared at them.there was no pain.where was the pain.
It came slowly and dully, vibrating against his mind. It turned into a sting, like a lemon was squeezed into the open wound. Harry smiled. Finally. Something to feel after days of nothing. He looked at the unhealed scabs at his arms. Those helped too. Harry smiled to himself after he finished shaving. Maybe he would bring his little friend.it might prove helpful in time to come..
A.N: Yes I know, nothing particularly interesting has happened.YET! Muhahaha, I have lots of tricks up my sleeves.keep reading, I'll have a chapter uploaded by Monday the latest. Toodles!
