Tears stained my face as I slowly slid down my bathroom wall. Why? Why did it have to be like this? What did I ever do wrong? Everyone hated me, everyone would be better if I would have died. The more I thought of this the more Harry's words seemed true. Maybe if I had ended things the other night everyone would be fine. Maybe if I had ended things the other night I would'nt be suffering the rejection from Harry towards me. If I had ended things last night I wouldnt be suffering Harry's rejection towards his baby.