Beneath his Darkness

Chapter 9

Harry fluttered his eyes open, he was still on the floor. He rubbed his eyes looking around his room seeing Brad lying on the other side of the room, a big purple bruise to his head.

With the imprint of a fist mark, Harry chuckled thinking to himself, did I do that? Little did he know his guardian who's love for Harry was blossoming. The one that made Harry smile.

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"HARRY GO KILL YOURSELF! YOU USELESS PIECE OF SHIT!" Brad screamed pushing Harry to the floor, tears streaming down Harry's soft cheeks. Harry always considered suicide.

Harry scampered off into his room, slamming his door shut behind him, locking it. He walked over to his desk throwing his books and stationery off it, he found some scissors, glancing down to his thighs he slipped off his shorts. He sat on the edge of his bed in his little black boxers, he opened the scissors sitting in the dim light of his lamp. He started sliding the blade along, little spots of blood coming up, then trickling down his leg.

He got ready to slice another when he heard a thump outside, he placed the scissors on his bed, smudging some blood on his bed cover. He walked over to the window, seeing something move in the bushes. Harry opened his window climbing out to see what was there, he jumped down to the floor, only in his boxers and no shirt.

He crept up to where he witnessed the movement and peeped around the tree, he saw a shirtless, small figure with big black wings, a nicely shaped bum fitted in tight black jeans, and a muscly back. The small figure grabbed onto a tree branch pulling himself up and climbing to the top, then free falling and flying up before he hit to floor. That gave Harry an idea...

He went back to his bedroom window, pulling himself up and falling onto his bed. Harry left one last slice on his leg, feeling his pain be released. He then grabbed a piece of paper and a pen he started writing a note.

Mum thank you for your care, this isn't your fault. It's your stupid boyfriends and I think its for the best. But you love him more than me so I guess ill just leave you two be, make you both happy. I'm useless. I'm a pest. I'm just plain stupid. Don't come looking for me, I'm never coming back. And if you do find me ill be gone, I mean it I'm not coming back. Not that you would care. See you in heaven mum, I love you. Harry x

Harry wrote as a tear drop fell on the paper. He grabbed a backpack, grabbing a rope and his scissors, he climbed back out of the window. He then remember he didn't say goodbye to Louis. He shrugged he wouldn't care, I'm just a scrawny, ugly useless nerd! Harry thought to himself jumping from the window.

He ran, across the road. He didn't stop running, he felt free. Not as free as he'll feel once he's gone, but free that he's nearly there. He came across the old, lonely bridge in the woods near his house. He looked over the side, down at the river below it. It was pretty high, so it was perfect for him. He put down his backpack and sat down cross legged unzipping it, he pulled out his scissors he had packed. He looked down at his left wrist, slicing some cuts along it.

He smiled as the blood trickled out, feeling closer to his destination. Death.

He chucked the scissors into the water then grabbing out his rope, he was so close. He wasn't sad or scared, this is what he wanted and of course what Brad wanted as he pretty much told him to do it. But this was Harry's choice and he was proud.

He tied one side of the rope to the side of the bridge, and the other tight to his neck. He was gasping but still smiling, he felt his life draining at the seconds but he didn't mind. He stood up on the edge of the bridge looking down at the water below. His heart racing, adrenalin rushing with in. "HARRY" screamed a feminine male voice, but Harry's mind whispered go.

Harry jumped, feeling the wind in his hair, there was a flash then complete darkness. Harry felt free.

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