8. Curly

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Harry walks into the room into the circle of 6 chairs. He sits down and the slouch of his shoulders shows how he is the least bit untreated in this " support groups" people with relatable situations .

Nothing could relate to having your own family hate you because you killed an innocent.

And to make matters worse you loved that beautfuil innocent......angel

Harry sat and studied all the people walk in

The happy one
The cocky one
The angry one
The sad one

And harry felt at ease.

" what's your name curls "
The happy one chirps

Harry looks down . Don't answer he repeats .

" is he okay "
The angry one grits out.

" his names harry he's okay "
The therapist says

Bullshit harry thinks but come out in words making the cocky one smirk.

" okay is a word used on people who have happy life's. I am on the brink of losing my sanity "

I say keeping my tone serious and quiet.

" I have already lost my everything"

I mumble the last part so it sounds incoherent to others.

Harry then let's everyone get back to their conversations .

As he sits there . As the group conversation comes to an end.
Harry feels a nudge . As the cocky one pokes a razor into his thigh.

" do it . It will be better for everyone"

The cocky one announces with arrogance .

Harry doesn't give it a second thought before snatching it and heading back to his room(cell)

Where he locks the door.

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It's almost over
And I hate this I feel like a shit writer.

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