~Catherine's POV~
A bruise is when you are bleeding internally. Is there a term for crying internally? The tears were pouring down my face but the real pain was inside me, this sort of thing happened more than once. I pulled on my clothes limping to the nearest ditch, which was near a construction area. I laid there and cried.
"Hello my dear." A voice said startling me. I looked at the woman, she seemed really old and wasn't looking like she was walking on sunshine.
"Um..Hello." I said, embarrassment washing over me as I wiped my tears away. The old lady put on a face of pity, and I looked at my lap. I don't like pity, sure I want people to know what they have caused me to feel, but I want them to be gulity, I don't want pity.
"You desire something." She said, sitting in the pit of mud with me, ruining her clothes. Do I desire something? Yes, it's something I always wanted.
"Yes." I said , My voice cracking midway. Right now my body was tired, weak but that wasn't my problem. The chilly wind of the spring air made goose bumps appear on my skin. I heard near by traffic and in the distance I heard a girl's laughter. I wish I was her, no matter who she is.
"What do you want my dear?" The old lady asked me, running her fingers through my hair, quite creepily.
"I want him to know. I want him to know how it feels to be Catherine Davis, how to feel shit everyday." I told the woman, she smiled at me evily. I know I shouldn't be doing this, talking to the old woman, but right now, where I felt the most weakest, I couldn't help but do the stupid and unexpected.
"As you wish my dear." The old woman said to me and I immediatly regretted what I had told her. She put a cloth over my mouth and everything went blank.
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-Harry's POV-
My eyes snapped open just as the sound of Marimba filled the room. Weird, that's not my alarm. it was getting annoying, I hate Marimba. I found an iPhone, that clearly wasn't mine, it looked quite girly. Maybe it's Gemma's. I turned it off, and felt small, and my whole body was in an unbelievably pain. My pants felt empty where my crotch should be.
"Holy shit." I said gasping, I couldn't take the pain, my legs felt like they were on fire and my lower region was in an unknown type of pain, sore? My head hurt and my abdoment felt twisted around and stabbed. I looked around the room, where am I? This isn't my room, in fact it's Catherine's. What am I doing in my ex's room? I looked down my eyes widening in horror. I had boobs, and my legs were toned and shaved. What?
"What the f-" I stopped in mid-sentence realizing my voice was also a girls'. I limped to the door on the corner of the room. I looked in the mirror, my eyes widening in horror and my mouth gaped open.
"AHHHHH!" I yelled, a girly scream coming out of my mouth instead of my own.
I wasn't me. I was the girl I lost, the one I still loved. The girl who left me, because of a mistake I made.
Catherine Davis.
That's who.
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Fanfiction"What do you want my dear?" The old lady asked me, running her fingers through my hair. "I want him to know. I want him to know how it feels to be Catherine Davis, how to feel shit everyday." I told the woman, she smiled at me evily. I know I shoul...
