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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.

Abuse can sometimes feel like love,hungry people eat what they get.

Harry wanted to hate him but how could he do that? He was addicted to him like he was a drug and no matter how hard he tried to wash him off he could not stop thinking about him. They were polar opposites. Why would he even think that there was something good that would come out of them? The only kind of love that he knew was a complicated one and to him everything was okay. He felt so dumb to still feel the way he felt towards him when all he ever did was hurt him. It ripped his heart apart everytime he saw another person in his arms. Maybe he was the stupid one for thinking that something would spark and they would have an amazing relationship. He had no right to be mad,he was nothing to him and he was foolish to think that he was special.

NOT A FAIRYTALE