Chapter 30 *Harry's POV*

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Two hours. My last bit of hope ended in two hours.

It seemed like I had constant tears streaming down my face, I just could not seem to stop crying. She hadn't woken up, she hadn't moved. Julia said they had seen even more brain activity then before on the last test, but she still hadn't moved or opened her eyes.

Her beautiful eyes. I thought to myself. What if I never got to see them again? If I never got to see them brighten when she smiles or shine when she hears a song she loved again? I continued thinking.

STOP IT! I told myself. You're only going to make yourself more upset.

Sighing, I lifted my head up off of the bedside, where I had it resting next to Eliza's hand.

"Eliza, I know you can hear me, I just know you can. Wake up, please, please wake up."

Taking a deep breath, I stood up and walked into the bathroom connected to Eliza's hospital room, rubbing my hand over my face as I looked in the mirror.

'How did you let this happen, Harry? Why didn't you notice she had been gone for too long sooner?! Why didn't you investigate farther into why she was upset?! You're so STUPID!' The voice in my head started yelling at me.

'Worthless, Stupid, Fuck-Up.' It continued.

'They'll be happier when you're dead.' The voice finished, the word dead continuing to echo through my head.

Feeling the need to cut wash over me even stronger than the constant urge that had been there since I saw Eliza half dead on her bathroom floor, I began rummaging through every draw and cabinet for something, anything sharp.

Nothing under the sink, nothing beside the toilet, nothing behind the mirror.

'The mirror!' I thought.

Sticking my head out of the rooms door and looking around, I didn't see any nurses or patients near, so I walked back into the room, picking up the lightweight chair in the corner before carrying it into the bathroom, shutting the door and locking it behind me.

Looking at my reflection in the mirror, I grimaced. I looked like absolute and utter shit.

'You'll feel better soon.' The voice said comfortingly.

Smiling in anticipation, I picked up the chair again and smashed it into the mirror, turning away quickly when the glass flew towards me.

Setting the chair back down, I bent over and picked up a piece of glass the perfect size to hold in my hand.

Kneeling down and ignoring the pain in my knees from kneeling on the glass, I pulled up my sleeve and saw the half-healed cuts from a few days before, smiling at them before starting to lower the glass towards my skin.

Right before I dragged it across my arm, I heard a couple of bangs on the bathroom door.

"Harry?! Is that you?" I heard Julia say through the door. "Are you alright? What happened?!"

"Go away Julia." I said slowly, still staring at my arm where the mirror was about to slice it open.

"Harry, open the door, I can help you. I saw the cuts on your arm while you were sleeping, please, open the door, don't do anything stupid!"

"I have to." I said quietly. "I can't live without her, there's no hope left. I can't take life without her." As I said this, I realized I didn't want to cut.

I wanted to die.

"Harry, let me help you, please! Just come out here!"

Ignoring her, I lined the mirror up with where I knew the main vein that runs through you wrist and up your arm was located.

"Once cut and it'll all be over." I whispered quietly to myself.

"Harry, no, don't do anything! Please, Harry, come out here, let me help you! There is still hope! It's not all over, I promise, please!"

"It's over." I yelled calmly, pressing the mirror piece down.

"NO, PLEASE, HAR-" Julia yelled when another voice interrupted her.

"What's going on?" I heard a weak voice say.

I stopped pressing the piece of mirror down. Eliza?

"Eliza?!" Julia yelled.

"What's going on?" I heard her sweet voice repeat.

Letting the piece of mirror fall from my hand, I stared at the small but deep cut I had made seeping blood. All I could think was 'Eliza?'.

After a minute or two of rustling I heard two sets of footsteps coming towards me in my trance.

"Harry is in there, he wants to kill himself." I heard Julia say quietly.

"Harry?!" Eliza's voice sounded weak but shrill with panic.

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Mwahahaha that is all you guys are getting for now. Major cliffhanger! Is Harry going to go through with it? And Eliza woke up? Whaaaaat? I'll probably update soon cause I can only leave you guys in suspense for so long c:

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