There was a boy, his name was Harry. He sat in his room all summer crying and thinking, he lost interest in everything and never was social. He thought of why nobody liked him. He would get so sad he'd hold a bottle of pills in his had all the time. Never dared to open in because he knew he die. Although he always thought that maybe he should just die, but the pain of hurting his mother like that made him not want to. He's scratched at his arms, and one day his wrist became messy. He became numb and addicted to the feeling. It was his secret never to be told. And then when school started there was a boy. His attire attracted Harry and everything just felt different. His heart would eat and he felt like he would faint. But alas he wondered who the boy was and what he did. Because they seemed so similar. Oh Harry, the boy that is me. There was a boy with a mind dark like the night sky. There was a boy full of secrets, if only they could be mine. Updates - Twitter @onelittlepanda_

Gratefully, it seemed as if I was the only one in there. Yet, my paranoia was still hauntingly evident. Finishing, I pulled up my chinos and lifted a foot to flush the toilet. Turning, I reach out to unlatch the stall door when a loud clatter rings through the bathroom. With wide eyes, my eyes shift to the floor as I see a sleek black handgun rattle to a stop on the tiles. In the moment, the music stops and all I can hear is the sound of the figure outside the door breathing. "Here, you're going to need it".

"I know why you play the piano so beautifully." "Why's that?" "Because you're perfect at everything." {m!preg}