I ran and ran and ran. I'm still wondering why I'm still breathing. When I unlocked the door the house was emptied. No surprise. I ran to my bathroom and took out my blade. I slid it through my wrist,through my thighs until I was gushing blood. I was tired of this
Tired of bullying
Tiered of no one caring
Tired of Harry
And tired of breathing
I clean up everything and I heard a big thump on my door.
"Open the fucking door you bitch!" Someone yells. Harry.
I stay quiet to make sure he believes I'm not here.
"I know you are in here so open up before I kick this door open" he threatens.
I slowly walked towards the door and open
it. He graves my wrist and grips at where my cuts are.
"Why the hell did you- wait why do you c-cut?" He asked looking down at my wrist. He had to be fucking kidding me! He bullies me he beats me and he comes up with the fucking quests ion why do I cut!?
"You have got to be kidding me Harry why do I cut? Well let me tell you the fucking story! I'm tired of you bullying me for almost 3 fucking years! You're the reason why I cut, it's because of you I hate life and I want to die it's because of you I'm insecure all of this Harry is because of you! Why? I don't fucking know because perfect little Harry beats me for no fucking reason! That's why I cut!" I yelled at him tears streaming down my face.
"I can't believe someone could be so cold hearted like you! I hate you Harry I hate you!" I yelled at him.
Before I could say something he ran down the stairs. Before he left I yelled "rot in hell!" I don't know where I got the courage to yell at Harry this way but I did and I'm proud of it.
