- Name: Pure bliss
- Autor: Silver blood-elf
- Summary: But for now; this was life… this was real… this was his love… this was… pure bliss.
- Warnings: abuse, cutting, dark and angsty.
- Rating: R
- Diclaimer: charecters belong to J.K.Rowling and the song belongs to Silverchair. (Abuse me) Ow, Yeah, I'm Dutch, hasn't been betaed... sorry...

He zoned out. The yealling of his uncle faded to the background as he stared out into space. He was brought back to reality as he collided with the wall oppiste of the kitchen. He was grabbed by the collar harsly and he looked into the red face of his uncle. He heard all before, he was a freak; he was worthless. It was true. He was a freak; he was worthless, he couldn't do anything right. The hitting didn't stop with this single punch. He was thrown against the wall a second time. Concreet pieces fell down the wall, and his uncle blamed it on him. He was punched in the stomach and air was hit out of him.

The pain wasn't unwelcome anymore, in fact he liked it, he welcomed it. It was the only time he really felt alive. He found that out a few months ago when he had cut himself with a knive while reading the meat fro supper. The Dursely's, who were never in the kitchen, never noticed the missing breadknive in the kitchen drawer. He had snuck it up to his bedroom and when everyone was asleep he sat up in his bed and cut himself, he watched in a morbid satisfaction at the blood that tickled down from his upperarm to his elbow and then dropped onto the old dirtied sheets. This was the only time he felt alive. He loved it. Since then he welcomed the pain and abuse of his uncle.

The colliding with the kitchensink brought him back from his musings and he felt blood tickle down his forhead. The pain made him see stars before his eyes and he looked at his uncle. He was sweatting and was read in the face. He looked almost like a walrus. He smirked as far his painful mouth let him.The smirk ticked him off more and his fist collided with his jaw. He heard a sickening crack and he knew he had to place several healing charms on himself as he stopped. But still, it didn't take away the fact that he welcomed the pain.

'Get out of my sight. Freak!' He said in a harsh whisper. 'Before I change my mind.'
Harry pulled himself up from the floor and looked at his uncle.
'How dare you look at me like that!' And another blow to the head was the result.
'GET OUT!'
Harry limped to the door and opened it. He was confronted with his cousin and aunt. They looked at him in disdain. With head held up high he passed them and up onto the stairs. He walked to his room and opened the door. He stepped into the room and locked his room with a few lockercharms. Fuck the ministery.He layed down on his bed and took out his wand and knive. He placed a few healingcharms on himself and then put the knive to his skin. The coldness of the blade was welcomed against the skin and when the knive tore his skin he was in heaven. He leaned against the headbord and closed his eyes contently. He would worry about the bloodloss and stains later, but for now; this was life… this was real… this was his love… this was… pure bliss.

Need to ask a question
Calling out my name
Nothing seems to bother
Wish i had a clue
C'mon abuse me more i like it
Well i don't think you like me
Well i hate you as well
No one seems to like you
Wish i couldn't tell
C'mon abuse me more i like it
C'mon keep talking 'cause it's true

Throw the sailors overboard