"You idiot!" I cried. Harry had come in and Mr Chubracabra could see we were the only ones in the room. But the lighter and knife came out and I was paralyzed in trepidation. He let it dance above me and then he burned me. I couldn't bear the pain. I screamed. The agony leaped from my chest, to my legs, to my back, to my thighs. All I could feel was the fire on me.
Harry leapt into action and the blade sank in my side. He shouted, "Aren't you glad I came?" "NO! I love you, you idiot!" Crawling back to somewhere even a little bit safer seemed the most sensible thing to do. I crawled and crawled but something got my leg. It was the Chubracabra. He pulled and pulled as I clawed at the carpet trying to stop my impending doom. No. Please no.
As he held my legs the knife began to move and I knew if it came out I would have mass bleeding. A nightmare I wanted to wake up from. Wake up! Wake up! The trail of blood I'd left just lead me to think- what if I die? What if I die? To die; it would be an awfully big adventure! Suddenly I could no longer feel his hands drawing closer to me. Harry had taken him out. We walked down to the SEA with Mr Chubracabra on a leash made from our ties. We walked together.
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Teen Fictionhe came back. he hurt them all. they paid the price. where friends and love die. where there is no happy ending...
