APLOGIZING AHEAD OF TIME FOR THE HURT
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Harry's pov
preseant day.
i sit huddled against the wall memories of hannahs bright eyes lighting up when she saw something that triggered her intrest, of her soft pink lush lips slightly swollen from my passionatine kisses.
how could you fuck her up. i scold myself.
if only i would have ignored her and stayed in my shell and stayed myself a shy outcast. i guess i wanted a chance at something i wanted. wait not wanted desired, needed, craved. and how do i use this oppurtuinty by getting us in a crash which ended in......
i pound my fist into the cold dirty wall letting out a booming shout of anger. i stare at where the two grey walls meet wanting a portal to take me out of conifiment.more overall out of her.
i am not unstable . i am not unstable cause i got in a car crash . but thats how these doctors see it. i am called a killer even y parents took me out of their will. hannahs parents ..... the dad tried to kill me brought a knife to the court and full on tried to stab me. while her mother sat there emotionless starring at the sleek wood table.
i felt like the scum of earth causing all these people pain. maybe i do belong here to suffer. i feel hell would be better than this. sitting here having guilt over every inch of my body. being stuck with the horrific image of her blood stained hair with glass shards pressed into her experssionless face. i feel the bile rise up as scotch around as it umble of the bed and scurry to the bathroom barely making it as my stomach reliese's the cheese andham sandwhich those shitheads had fed me earlier.
i hear a jingle of keys innturpt my gut wrenching hurls.
i see a man in a white suit walk in. his buff muscles tell me not to mess with him.
"you have a meeting with dr.draawer" he says monetone.
no one here has emotion and i thank them for that. they dont bull crap you .
i satnd with the help of the man as we walk to the prim clean office.
i take a seat in the leather chair as i hear muscles leave and the dr begin to ramble on questions that i wont answer.
its not that i dont want to. it the part i will not become attached like i had with hannah.
'' harry if you dont answer i will have to have you be put in prison''
i stay silent
" thats it harry you are going to a support group tommorow for men like you who have lost there girlfriends''
he says trying to keep his calm
'' i dont answer for a reason ''
i mumble
he looks at me a slight brightness coming to his wrinkled eyes.
and that brightness is enough to make me think of me and hannah riding to the beach as the sunset and holding her on the soft sand as pink and orange lit up the sky as the sun sank into the ocean.
'' harry she is gone your aware '' he warily relpies
as if that would make me answer i smirk shaking my head tears rimming my bloodshot eyes.
'' THATS EXCATLY WHY I DONT ANSWER. WHY I SHOULD I BE ABLE TO SPEAK WHEN SHE CANT EVEN BREATHE WHY SHOULD I BE ABLE TO EXPERINCE A LIFE AFTER THIS WHEN SHE IS BURIED SIX FEET UNDER THE DIRT WITHA PIEACE OF CEMENT MARKING HER.''
i shout letting my fury unleash.
he sits there emotionless like everyone in this goddamn place.
'' you can leave but i highly doubt hannah would want you to act like this '' he says as i exit.
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yes hannah is dead sorry.
sorry for spelling errors
