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I have to tell you something

Harry's POV

"I'm not crazy I swear but the girl I met last night was the girl I've been having images of" I told the boys. They shook there head and pushed me into the consolers office. "Hello Harry, have you been seeing the girls in your dreams again?" She asked. "No not my dreams" I said. She asked me how. I explained how I met her. "You think I'm crazy but really I'm not, but just one thing I keep seeing her with bruises and bloody I think she still self harms" I said. She shook her head and demanded I was seeing things and said I was crazy. No one seen me with the girl but she was there with me the hole night I'm not crazy! I yelled I squeezed into the rubber ball. Her name is Beatrice she has brown hair and and big beautiful brown eyes she's very petit and doesn't eat a lot she's insecure and shy but once you talk to her she's open to you and won't shut up. I listed all the things about her I knew. She was perfect and all I get in return from the people I thought would care and be happy for me is that I'm crazy.

"Harry I'm sending you to a place for consoling it will help you" she said. "I'm done I don't need it I'm done, I have a date with her now so bye" I slammed the door and pushed the boys out of my way. I met her at the restraint. "Hey love" I said. I noticed her eye was swollen. When I asked what had happened she told me she fell down the stairs and hit her head. She laughed about it. I had a feeling that was a lie. We sat down for dinner and talked for a while. "Harry can I tell you something?" She asked. "Of corse" I said.