Harry's Pov
I wake up to my alarm and my mom banging on my door. I turned my alarm off and sat on my bed. I stood up and got ready for school. I entered the bathroom and the banging stopped. Suddenly the my door opens. "You little shit!! Didn't I tell you to open the door when I wake you up!!" I whimper a little. I see my mom pointing her finger at me and her eyes look cold as ice... "M-mom.. Please -" I whimper when my mom slapped me on my cheek. "It's your fucking fault he left me!! You just had to say you were gay!!" I began to sob and my mom just walked away as if nothing happened. I got my bag and wipe my eyes.
I looked in the mirror and good thing my face isn't swollen yet. I run downstairs and run outside I don't need to eat... I stopped running when I was out of breath. I started to walk to school I heard a camera flash and I felt the same feeling I feel everyday. I look behind me and see no one... This happens everyday... I brush it off and walk towards school again
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It was now time to go home. I walk tot he park like I always do because I want to avoid my mom. I sat down on the bench and look at the sky.. It's so beautiful... I sat there for about 30 minutes and I slowly fell asleep... I woke up and it was dark.. Shit! Now my mom will yell at me even more!! I got all my stuff and walked home.. I heard something behind me.. I looked but nothing was there... I began walking again.. I turned around still nothing.. I began to walk faster and the sound behind me got louder as well..I started running but I got yanked by someone. "Ahh-" someone covered my mouth with a cloth and I couldn't breath I breathed in the chemical and I my vision got blurry and I fell asleep....
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I woke up and it was a little dark in my room except for the light from the window... I tried getting up but I was tied to the bed. What the.. Wait this isn't my room and why am I tied to the bed!? I tried again but failed.. I began to cry...like I always do...
5 minutes later the tears stopped and I heard footsteps... I tried getting my arms and feet free but I couldn't... I heard the door open and saw a man with his arms behind his back ... "W-who are y-you!" I yell he looks at me and smiles. What the fuck!? He walks up to me and shows what was hidden in his hands... It was a knife.. "P-please don't kill me!!" I began to cry again but he only brought the knife closer to my face.
"You can't escape my beautiful Harry.. You are mine.. Understand" I didn't answer him and he brought it even closer to my neck I started to a shake and said a little "yes".. He smiled and kissed my forehead he cupped my face . "Your skin feels so smooth... And it's so pale it would look beautiful with your blood all over it wouldn't it??" I cried even harder and he just looked at me.. He walked away and came back with a camera. He took a picture of me and examined it. He smiled happily and walked away I just laid on the bed because what else can I do? He came back with the photo and turned the lights on my eyes stung because of the brightness but it adjusted. I gasped when I saw what the room looked like... It had tons of pictures on the wall.. Pictures of me.. There were some pictures of me naked from the shower, sleeping, walking , eating, crying and even reading... I see a picture of me running out of the house. Wait isn't that from today!?
"Do you like it??" He asks I didn't answer and he walked towards me pulling on some of my curls. "I said, do you like it?" I nodded. "That's right Harry.." "W-why do you know my name?? And w-why a-are there a lot of p-pictures of me??" He looked into my eyes and said " because you are perfect and beautiful.. So innocent and vulnerable.. And you.."
He let go of my curls and gabbed my chin to look into his eyes.. " you Harry are mine.."
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