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Chapter 1
"She said don't
Don't let it go to your head
Boys like you are a dime a dozen
Boys like you are a dime a dozen"
Taking Back Sunday
"This is a joke" said Harry as he looked up at the ceiling from his four- poster bed, in his dormitory. Cho Chang had just broken up with him, possibly one of the only people he's ever fallen in love with. Love was something that Harry wouldn't give in to, he decided back in third grade when he very much liked Dudley's girlfriend (Of course when Dudley found out, Harry needed extra thick tape to tape his glasses back together). But, this was REAL love. When you're in love, you feel butterflies in your stomach when the person comes near, almost like you are going to vomit. That's what Harry felt. How could you not call that love?
Harry sat up from the position in which he had been laying in for two and a half hours. He couldn't take it any more. He got out his lock box from under his bed and opened it. In there were two thick, but small, razor blades, both very clean, except for one which had a small blood spot (Harry scrubbed them every time) and two blood stained towels. He slowly lifted up the right arm of his scruffy green sweatshirt, revealing a big black sweatband, which he also pulled up. He smiled at the five scars there, like they were his best friends. He took up the first blade that he could reach, and dug it into his skin, most probably making himself a new "friend". He grinned, closed his eyes, and rocked back and forth, allowing the blood to trickle into the towels. He was finally content for the first time in a month. But, as he picked up the razor blade again, he heard footsteps coming up to his dormitory. He heard a small voice say "Harry are you ok? I heard you crying a couple of minutes ago..." It was Ginny. "Fuck."