Insane (COMPLETED)

Chapter 7

HARRY'S POV

I ran down the street, my legs taking me as fast as they possibly could. Tears blurred my vision, making it extremely difficult to see. I wasn't sure where I was going, but I don't care where I end up. I just can't go home yet. I can't be faced with the man I love most, because I know he no longer loves me.

"Fuck!" I screamed as I punched a nearby brick wall, the skin around my knuckles tearing. Warm blood ran down my hand, dripping onto the cement. I hissed at the pain, but it honestly felt good to hurt physically instead of mentally.

Tears continued to stain my face as I sat on the ground in the middle of the sidewalk, making people walk around me. I'm holding my bleeding hand on my lap, blood drenching my jeans. I got rude comments thrown my way, and I would try to ignore them, but this last one was too much.

A younger man, probably around sixteen passed by me, kicking my back roughly. "Faggot," he called, laughing as he walked away with his friends.

Are you fucking kidding me?

"Hey!" I yelled at him, getting up off the floor.

He turned around and quit laughing when he saw me, his stupid little hat falling off his head as he looked up to see my face.

"What did you just call me?" I stepped closer to him, my hand bunching into a fist. He chose the wrong day to mess with me.

"Nothing," he gulped. He wouldn't look me in the eye, his small body trembling under my stare.

"You better fucking tell me the truth!" I growled, slamming his back against the wall, my bloody knuckles staining his white shirt.

"You think you're so cool, huh?" I laughed, my face inches from his, "You and your little fake friends laughing at your joke. They wouldn't care if I smashed your skull in right now." His eyes were wide open, now staring into mine. He's so pathetic- can't even stick up for himself.

I placed my hand around his throat so he couldn't get away while I turned to look for his friends. They're standing on the edge of the cement, not even blinking.

"You want to help him?" I laughed at their faces. They're terrified.

Both the guys shook their head, backing up away from me further.

"That's what I thought." I spit.

I grabbed a fistful of the boy’s short hair, pulling his head forward, then slammed his head against the solid brick wall as hard as I could behind him.

A small gasp left his mouth as his body went limp.

Oh no.

He fell to the floor as if his legs just broke beneath him.