Chapter 2 : Fake Everything

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Harry pov:
I am so hot! Being outside working on my aunts garden all morning on the hottest day of the year sucks but I can't take my shirt off.......everybody would find out the truth. The griffindor golden boy is abused real shocker that one, but true... God.. Why do my relitives hate me! I've done nothing to them!! "BOY!!! GET HERE RIGHT NOW!!!" my uncle  calls from the kitchen so I have to go and see what he want, I slowly get up as to not agrivate my wounds more and walk to the kitchen "yes uncle Vernon?" I ask looking down in submission as I have been trained to do when uncle Vernon punches me "HOW DARE YOU NOT FINISH ALL YOUR CHORES FREAK!!!" punch, kick "WE HAVE CLOTHED YOU, FED YOU AND GIVEN YOU A ROOF OVER YOUR HEAD OUT OF THE GOODNESS OF OUR HEARTS AND THIS IS HOW YOU REPAY US!!!" kick, punch "I guess I haven't been punishing you enough!" uncle Vernon goes towards the cutlery draw as I try to back away but end up against the wall! I'm trapped!! "You arnt getting away that easily freak!" uncle Vernon says his face purple as he walks closer to me with a butchers knife in his hand "please, please, please don't please I'm sorry I will finish all my chores please" I beg silently crying, then I realise my mistake "I NEVER GAVE YOU PERMISSION TO TALK FREAK! DID I?! NO? MAYBE YOU JUST SHOULDN'T TALK AGAIN!!" uncle Vernon gets closer and I try to back away but the wall is in my way! Vernon then pushes me down and sits on my chest constricting my airways, I want to beg for him to stop, to just leave me alone but I know if I talk I will never talk again so I remain quiet as uncle Vernon uses the knife to cut me
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Uncle Vernon digs the knife into my arm and pulls it downwards, I have to bite my lip to stop myself from screaming it hurt so much! He then goes to my other arm and starts carving a word into my arm, he then uses the knife the rip dudleys hand me down shirt off and starts brutally cutting my chest occasionally going deeper then others or just running it against my skin, he starts carving more words into my chest, "Turn over freak! NOW!" he screams and I slowly do as I'm told, he takes of his belt and starts striking me on my back with it, god why won't he stop! What seemed like hours maybe even days later he stopped
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"Go to your room boy!" uncle Vernon shouted so I limped upstairs to "my" room and closed the door then fell on the bed, crying 'why me?' I think to myself 'I don't want to live anymore! I can't i-' I suddenly have an idea and I walk over to my desk and start writing a letter

Snake face,
You are probably wondering why me of all people are writing to you... Its because I want to surrender I will give you my address and you can come and kill me and if you will can you kill my Relitives to as I don't care for them, you can have the wizarding world, I'm done fighting I don't want to live, there is nothing to live for anymore,

Yours sincerely
The boy who just wouldn't die

That should do it, I role the letter up and tie it then give it to hedwig "hey girl.... When I'm dead.... Go to Fred and George they will look after you but before that can you take this to voldemort?" I ask my familiar, she hoots sadly and nuzzles my head with her beak before holding her leg out for me to tie the letter to her leg I then let her out the window and she flys off.... I'm going to miss her when I'm dead

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