Dollhouse| L.s.

Chapter Four

Harry

As I woke up, I was greeted with loud yelling that belonged to my parents.

"Why didn't you cook my breakfast, woman?!"

"I just woke up, do you expect the food just to magically appear!"

"Don't raise you're voice at me!"

"I can raise my voice at you if I want to raise my voice at you!"

And that's when I heard a loud smack.

I sighed.

They always fight over the dumbest of things.

Like that one time they fought over who spilt milk on the floor.

I heard a bedroom door slam shut.

I got out of bed, grunting as I pulled on a pair of pajama bottoms.

As I walked down the staircase leading into the kitchen, I tripped over my pajama bottoms, and tumbled down the stairs.

"What was that?!" I heard my father ask from the kitchen.

"Your son just fell down the stairs!" My mother yelled from upstairs.

"Well quit it!"

I walked into the kitchen.

"Hey dad." I greeted.

"I am no longer your father, and you know that."

He kind of disowned me when I came out as bisexual.

"You can't keep this up forever." I muttered under my breath.

I walked to the refrigerator and opened it. I sighed, seeing that it only contained beer, and bottled water.

We only have food here when we have dinner parties.

My mum made me get a job, so I can buy my own stuff, although we have millions in our bank account.

I sighed as I walked back upstairs. I heard my 'father' mutter under his breath.

"Damn, f*ggot."

I was use to this kind of stuff. It all started when I told my mother about my dad cheating. She confronted him about it the next morning. That's when the abuse started.

I walked into my bathroom, shutting and locking the door.

I was diagnosed with depression at thirteen. My mother sent me to a therapist when she found out that I self harmed.

It's all my fault that this family is falling apart. It's my fault I told my mother about my dad's affaire, it's my fault I'm bi, and it's my fault Gemma's on drugs.

I grabbed a blade from under my sink.

I pulled down my pajama bottoms, and took the blade in my hand.

I pressed the cold object against the inner part of my thigh, and sliced down the object that takes away the guilt, the pain, and the regret.

I sighed as the blood trickled down my leg.

I cleaned and bandaged up my thigh.

Walking into my room. I fell face first onto my soft plush mattress, and before I know it I'm asleep.

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A/N

Well here's a little filler since I haven't updated in a while.

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~Katelynn