It wasn't long after Harry's uncle left that Harry began to awake.
"ow" he muttered as he tried to sit up with the painful bruises covering his body
He found himself wondering where and what the order and his sopposed friends were doing while he was hurting.His uncle's words came back to him.Maybe they had gotten tired of him.
The pain in his ribs made him cry out as he tried to stand.He needed healing but couldn't contact anyone due to the lock on Hedwig's cage.It was still another 2 weeks before he turned 17 and he knew that if he stayed here he would end up dead before then.
He tried despertly to get out of the locked cupboard but it was no use.He was too weak.
He sat down on the floor to wait.
He wondered what he had done wrong. Why was he so disgusting in his "family's" eyes.
The pain was starting to overwhelm him and he needed a realease.Something shiny in the corner caught his eye.It was a razor blade.
His disturbed thoughts outweighed his logical thoughts.He quickly crawled over to the razor blade and picked it up.He rolled up the sleeve of Dudley's oversized hand me downs and made a quick slice on the clean,pale flesh. Blood slowly began to well up from the cut and he watched the crimson color stain the pale skin.It was like nothing he had ever felt.He had finally found a pain he could control.A release from what others had done to him.It was a beautiful thing.
He carefully ripped the tattered bed sheet in the corner in half as he folded it and placed it over the bleeding wound.He waited patiently for the small cut to stop bleeding.
It wasn't too long before his sleepless night got the better of him and he fell asleep in the corner still holding the piece of bedsheet over his self inflicted cut.