Serena's pov
I wiped my tears on my sweater taking a deep breathe to control my sobs. I picked up the razor blade moving it side to side. I pulled my sweater sleeve up already seeing the scars on my wrist and the ones I had done the other day. I don't want to be here anymore. I put the razor to my wrist putting pressure right before I go to slice I hear a door opening. I panic and drop the razor hearing a clatter quickly wiping the tears.
"What are you doin," Harry ask. I shrug my shoulders not meeting his eyes.
"Nothing," I whisper. He scoffs and moves towards me, I suck in a breathe. He bends over and grabs the razor blade and looks at it almost sadly.
"Why," he whispers.
"It doesn't matter," I say.
"I don't matter," I whisper making him shake his head.
"Everyone is here for a reason," he says looking into my eyes. He moves slowly and grabs my wrist I watch his every move. He pushes my sleeve up I want to move but I'm frozen. He looks at the slightly blood smeared with the other scars.
"Don't," he whispers. He gets up and leave the room. He comes back with a wet paper towel. He dabs it I don't even flinch. His eyes are full of pain.
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Alone h.s.
RomanceSerena has always struggled with her weight, with a incident that occurred when she was younger it just got worse. With her mom always working and she having only true friend that don't know her secrets, she's all alone. Harry had a true love but wa...
