Harry’s breathing increased and all he could focus on was getting his nerves to calm down. Not so much his severely injured hands.
“Harry, what’s going on in there? Are you hurt?” His mom yelled over the loud TV from downstairs.
He didn’t answer her. He reached for the pair of scissors on his bed and cut random areas of his curls, he watched as they fell in piles all around his feet. Just like how his heart felt after he watched the woman he gave his heart to be wheeled out of a hospital room…dead. He walked over to the connected bathroom and got out a box of black hair dye from underneath the sink he bought yesterday after his mom, against his will, dropped him off in the mall parking lot. Hoping to get him to look happy again. He opened it up, dipped the brush in, and went straight for his hair. Not once taking a chance to read the instructions first.
So what if he did not do it correctly, Harry could have cared less at the moment. After he rinsed it off to his liking he removed a thumbtack off his Divergent movie poster in his bedroom and walked back in front of mirror, aiming it towards the lower right part of his lip. He stuck a toothbrush in his mouth, biting on it with his teeth to muffle out the cries. Closed his eyes, and proceeded to make two open holes.
The pain was so cruel the toothbrush slipped from his mouth and a scream quickly escaped. Causing some stir from his mom downstairs.
“Harry? Do I need to come up there?” She yelled.
Griping his lip, he yelled back as loud as he could, “do not come up those stairs!”
He guessed he made his mother angry with that reply as he heard a door slam, probably went into her bedroom. Good, she did not need to see what he was doing, she’d freak and immediately call his father. Threaten to send him to military school or something.
He checked out his door for any signs of movement. When all was clear he slowly lifted up the window and crawled out.
He appeared in front of an old looking, one story building. The smell of urine and alcohol filled the air and he clenched his nose.
He hurried inside. Surprised to find the place very busy at one in the morning.
“What can I do for you?” A big man came up. Tattoos covering his body from the neck down.
“What about them?” Harry pointed at a group of guys sitting in the waiting area staring blankly at the floor, deep in thought.
“They haven’t decided if they are way too sissy to get a tat,” he answered.
“Well luckily I do,” Harry said as he lifted up a picture of Sofia.
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Cryptic
Fanfiction"You know. You are still as beautiful as I remembered you," he said. Breaking the silence. "And you are still as charming as I remembered you," she said back in a sweet voice. His smile dropped and a tear trailed down his cheek. "Will you always...r...
