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Tear-stained cheeks, my mascara was now an ugly smudge after being ruined with all the crying I had been doing for the past hour. I could not recognize myself as I looked through the mirror. The more I stared at myself the more the tears. I could hear them in the next room. Their moans enraged me and made me feel like throwing up. I retched but nothing came out. 

Disgust is what I felt.


My life had turned out to be a chaotic mess and I wondered what I had done to deserve all that. I was a good person or so I believed.

I smiled through the pain and thought to myself that everything was going to be okay. I did not believe that myself but I had to tell myself to keep going or I would be stuck in a loop with my past trying to set myself free...

DAWN.

<p><em>The alarm ringing woke Harry up from his sleep. Irritated he turned it off and went back to sleep. His mind was filled with things he had to do and he wondered what he was going to do. It had been a stressful week to him and he wondered when it was going to end. After tossing and turning he finally got off bed and started getting ready for school.</em></p>

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