afraid of the end ~ l.s.

afraid of the end ~ l.s.

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"Harry? Are you okay?" I asked as I sat down on his bed. Harry shakes his head. "T-they said s-something I-is wrong w-with my l-legs." *** I look over to see Harry's face in a grimace and his eyes were squeezed shut. I bring the blankets over him and kiss his cheek softly. I bring a hand up to play with his hair while my other cups his cheek. "I know it's hard, but try to relax. Okay sweetheart? Just relax." Harry leans into my hand. "L-Lou, please make it better..."
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*WARNING* Drug use and nonconsensual sex When Harry gets home, after he's dragged his sore body up the stairs, he lays on the tile floor under the scalding hot water in the shower, fully clothed, until it runs freezing cold over him. He tries to cry, to do something to make his body feel normal, but he can't. It's like his soul was torn from his body and left on that floor. He scratches at his skin and scrubs the parts of his body that aren't covered in clothes trying to clean himself of the night. It doesn't work. When he looks at himself in the mirror, his tongue is still blue from the pills, his skin is red, bruised, and cut from his nails, and there's still bright red lipstick stuck to his skin like a tattoo.

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