"Look at you. So alone, so pathetic," he kissed where he broke skin and I hissed in pain,"so innocent." "H-Harry," it came out more like a sob instead of pleading. He yanked on my hair again,"shut up." That was it before he pressed down hard on my forearm with the knife and made a small gash. I screamed out as the blood ran down my arm. My blood. My own blood leaving my body. My screams got louder and all I could hear was his deep and evil laughter in the background.