Broken

Chapter 27

Harry has changed his ways, which has confused me. I still have an urge to harm myself, but I cannot find my box. I have looked through thick and thin, and the thought of it 'disappearing' fazes me.

"Harry?", I ask. We were currently eating pizza in his dorm watching Mean Girls. "Hmm", he says and looks at me. "I have a slight problem.", I say as I take another bite. "What's wrong?", he asks worried. "I can't find my box. The one where I have all my razors. I-I lost it.", I say as I look into his beautiful green eyes. "What do you mean you lost it", he asks casually. Something is wrong. He is touching his ring and swirling it around his finger. I look at the lines engraved on it. Something still continues to bother me about the ring, but I cannot put a finger to it.

"I mean, I cant find it! I had it under my bed and now it isn't there.", I scowl. "Why would you need it anyway", he asks. Tension starts to fill the room. "I-I don't, its just that I've.... I don't want anyone to touch it Harry", I put my face into my hands. I peek at him. He is contemplating something. "Whats wrong?", I ask.

"Nothing."

"Harry, we are friends you can tell me what's bothering you."

"No, I can't."

"What?"

"I said I can't! Jesus Christ Bostoyn Parker! Just leave it alone.", he yells.

I jump back. I shut my eyes tightly waiting for the blow. When nothing strikes, I open my eyes.

Harry is looking at me with sadness in his eyes. "You thought I was going to hit you?", he questions. I nod my head in shame. "I'm not a monst- I would never do that to you."

I know he wouldn't. But I'm so used to it by now, it is hard to let it pass.