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Masterpiece | Greatest Bustdown

Masterpiece | Greatest Bustdown

Harry barely survived two nights all by himself and he ended up not going to sleep at all. The apartment he lived in was absolutely horrific and he didn't even bother cleaning all the glass and all the red paint on the floor either. Due to the voices in his head he was very close to putting a sharp knife through his skull to make it all stop. He hasn't seen Tawni in a day and he is losing his mind again. She left without a trace and it tore him apart realizing she had left over the cruel words he had said to her.

The twenty-eight year old wanted to chase after her the moment he realized that she was gone, but he didn't. Does he know why? No. Did he want to chase after his girl? Of course he did, but there was stopping him from doing so. The mimicked voice of his father's echoed in his head and pretty much told him that he had no chance with Tawni, and that he had fucked up and he had fucked up good this time. It seems like he has no hope for himself anymore, and he is almost starting to feel deeply lost.

You inconsiderate asshole, one voice scolds. You could have went after her, but you didn't! What a man you are.

"Stop," Harry's voice was raspy from all the yelling and screaming he has been doing and honestly, he didn't have enough strength to deal with the voices in his head.

Go after her now you prick, says another one.

Harry was locked up deep in his dark bedroom. The door was locked, his mirror was broken, and his dresser was on the floor. With his back against his wall he was in the fetus position with his hands constantly pulling at his hair. He was losing his mind right now.

Get up Harry! Yells a voice so loud that it made the man wince in so much pain.

"I-I am," he croaks out loud as he found himself standing up to his feet.

His limbs were numb and his heart was aching so much. The brown haired man hasn't left the floor for a full day and a half and his legs were hurting a lot for being curled into a ball ever since Tawni had left him. His heart was serving even greater pain and he felt like he was carrying so much weight on his shoulders. All he wanted was to have Tawni by his side and have the chance to smile and laugh like he used to when he was around her. Was that too much to ask for?

The apartment was dark and messy as hell. On top of that, it was raining super hard outside making him feel like absolute shit. Harry's skin grew pale and he reeked from not taking a shower either. This man was just flat out miserable and looked horrible.

Get ready and go after her you lowlife, says a voice in his head.

Sometimes, the voices weren't all as bad and it was weird that they were almost...helping him? They gave out advice—most of them were bad—and they told him what to do most of the times. And it seems like they are trying to push Harry forward and not pull him backwards.

Odd, Harry thought.

Harry stepped into his bathroom that was surprisingly cleaned because he didn't trash this place. With the water running he stripped out of his filthy clothes and took a shower that he needed. There was no voices in his head right now; it was him and his thoughts.

I'm a fuck up and I know that..but I need to get Tawni because she is important to me, Harry thought as he allowed the water to just fall on his body. He has never really admitted his feelings to himself like that before, and now he is finally realizing how important it really is to get Tawni back because she is going to be the death of him.