monster {h.s.}
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Last published Thu, Jun 4, 2015
(( I stared with intensity at his lifeless body. A body that was once what kept me warm and held me when I felt pain.
Harry looked so innocent and perfect, yet I knew he was so broken on the inside and I couldn't have fixed him if I tried.
"Lily his finger just twitched. Did you see that?!" Chelsea hit my arm excitedly and pointed at his finger, which at the moment was still.
Then I saw it, his finger had twitched. I leaned in to get a better look when suddenly Harry's once dead hands flew to his hair, ripping and pulling at it, followed by a blood curdling shriek.
His bloodshot eyes were now open in horror and I realized they were looking at me and he was half screaming, half crying one word:
"WHY?"
I turned to the group of friends surrounding me.
"Guys... we've created a monster." ))
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