Ink Stains, Razor Blades, and High Notes (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 2

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If a tree falls in a forest, and no one is around to hear it, does it count as a sound?

 

I saw that in a psych class a while back.

 

And

 

I guess not, since a sound is something that is heard, and if no one is there, then…..yea.

 

So is that why nobody hears me when I cry, or sees how sad I am? 

 

Because I’m alone?

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It’s been three days since the record store disaster. Harry spent the better part of those days tucked away in his room. He uploaded all his songs onto his new ipod, and added some new ones. He danced around to the record Louis had given him. He thought about Louis a lot. His eyes. His arse. He’d sat on the ledge of his window, wondering how it’d feel to take the jump.

Not a bad few days.

But now it was Monday morning, his mum deciding it’d be nice to start off school at the beginning of the week. Things would be more ‘settled’. It was seven o’clock, and he really had to start getting ready, but instead he was still in bed, propped up on his pillows. His journal was in his lap.

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I start my new school today.

 

My writing is wobbly because my hands are trembling.

 

I packed my blades in my bag last night. I actually have a plan. I’m going to spend my lunch breaks mapping out all the places that are normally empty, so I have places to hide for when things inevitably go to hell.

 

Seems like a good idea, right? J

 

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Harry sighed, closing the book and placing it under his pillow, before lying back and closing his eyes. A knock sounded at his door.

“Young sir? May I come in?” came James’ voice.

“Um, yea, sure.” Harry replied, and James opened the door quietly, balancing the tray in his hands.

Harry frowned. “Do you need any help?”

“Oh no, thank you.”

James skillfully shut the door with his foot.

“I brought you some breakfast. Toast, eggs, bacon, and tea.”

Harry fumbled with his hands. “Erm, what’s the special occasion?” he asked softly.