Chapter 8- A New Friend

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it's been a month and harry hasn't talked to me, unless it were insults. I didn't understand it, I could tell everyone he kissed me but it's not like they would believe me. Even if they would I wouldn't be able to hurt Harry like that. I still loved him. The bullying has gotten worse, I come home with bruises everywhere from getting pushed, kicked, socked, and jumped. I had no one there to help me, no one i could turn to. I found myself befriending something new. Not a person, but an object. A blade. My arm and thighs were filled scars and cuts. Each one for every insult, every kick, every punch. I stopped wearing v necks, now I only wear long sleeves and pants. If anyone ever saw, it would be one more thing for them to talk about. One day I even tried it, I felt the cold of the blade on my neck. I wrote a letter to my family saying of what I did and placed it in my backpack. The touch of the blade on my neck sent a tingly feeling through my body. It made me feel good knowing that I wouldn't have to put up with this hell life anymore. Then I thought of Harry. He made me stop. I pictured him there with me, holding me, and me falling asleep in his arms.

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