New student

Chapter 8

Harry's POV

Breathe in. Breathe out.

Everything was spinning. The objects around Harry were blurs. The tile floor was cold under his weak body.

Breathe in. Breathe out.

Faster. Everthing started to spin faster. 

Breathe in. Breath out. Breathe in. Breathe out.

Dim. Darker, darker. Harry was going through a tunnel. Light was geting narrow. 

Breathe in. Breathe out. Breathe in. Breathe out.

Black.

Breath in.

Sharp pains. A violent pound into his stomach. 

Cough all air out.

A bash to his face. HIs nose crashing back into his skull.

No air. Darkness. 

Harry could barely hold on to the reality around him. He did not understand how he got to this violent situation so quickly. When he strolled into the restroom, he found Ed bending over the sink, red in the face. He was going to ask what was wrong, but it was to late. Before Harry knew it, he was the next victim under Ed's rage. Now, he was getting the shit beat out of him. Next thing Harry knew, he was being smashed against the wall.

"Stop! That's enough!" a familiar voice cried. Please. It is more than enough. Please stop. Stop. 

"You think he has had enough?" Yes. please stop. "I dont know...i think he deserves more." God no. Please just me go. "Especially for what he did in the hall." What did i do in the hall? "Who is the one with the problem now?" What is he talking about? Is he going crazy? He is the one with the problem. Harry tried to catch his breathe. He took a sip of air in.

"S-still y-you." he breathed.

"Excuse me?" What have i done. stupid...stupid...stupid....

Harry heard someone scream. He could feel that someone jump on Ed. Ed let out a grunt. He let Harry drop. thank you. thank god it over. please let it be over. He let his body slap to the tile floor under him. just let me lay here. please.  Harry heard Ed say something, but it was not important to him. He did not want Ed to touch him. He did not want anyone to touch him. He wanted to lay there where no one could touch him. 

"Harry?" He heard a voice say. Was this the person who helped Harry before?

"HARRY?" He heard the voice cry. "Oh god...that bastard." A part of Harry wanted to welcome the voice, to thank it for saving him, but..the other half wanted it to go away, to leave him be. let me lay here. dont touch me. just leave.  Harry felt a cold hand push him onto his back. Stop. dont touch me. Harry heard the voice let out a cry.

"This is all my fault. Damnit! Why can't that bastard leave me the fuck alone!...he just takes everything away.." the voice was crying. Please dont cry. It's okay, I'm okay. Just bruised. The voice began to sing softly. Harry did not know what the voice was singing, but it was calming. It sounded like Isn't She Lovely by Stevie Wonder. The voice sounded like an angel.  Although the voice was crying, it sounded perfect.