After spending two days in the hospital, I was finally released. I signed myself out before walking home.
Along the way, I couldn't stop myself from thinking negatively. They must've been so happy that I wasn't there for a month. My presence will only upset them.
The thoughts made me want to cut, and I found myself moving more briskly as I walked home. Once I got there, I opened the door, locking it behind me, and rushed off to the bathroom. I locked that door behind me as well. I pulled out my razor and was about to slice my wrist, when someone knocked on the bathroom door.
It was Louis, asking, "Harry? Is that you? Did you just get back?"
I returned the razor to its spot, disappointed, before responding, "Yeah, it's me."
"Are you ok?"
I sighed quietly. "Yeah." After a moment, I added dishonestly, "I just had to pee."
"Ok..." he seemed to catch on to my lie, but he didn't point it out. "Can I talk to you when you're done?"
I sighed again. "Ok." I walked to the door and opened it. "I just finished," I furthered the lie though I knew Louis wouldn't be happy if he knew about it.
Louis stepped in quietly, and I closed the door and sat down on the floor along the bathtub edge. He sat down beside me.
Louis said gently, "You're not ok, Harry. I can tell by your tone. What were you really doing here?"
I stared at my lap before standing up. "I'm not having this conversation now. I just got back."
Before he could respond, as I felt tears filling my eyes, I walked out and went to my room, locking the door behind me. I know it looks rude, but I didn't notice at the time.
There was a knock on the door.
I called out as the tears spilled over, "Leave me alone."
"Harry?" It was Taylor.
"Leave me the fuck alone, Taylor. I don't want to talk to you." It was true, but, even still, I felt bad about how disrespectful that sounded.
She responds, "Ok. Sorry." I could hear her footsteps retreating and felt a wave of relief wash over me. I let myself fall apart.
Let the tears convulse my body as they fell faster and faster down my already soaked face.
Let the tears make it hard for me to breathe.
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