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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.

The morning had started quite alright and Harry did not want to be the one who ruined it.

He often thought of the tendency of ruining things. Maybe it was the fact that nothing good ever happened to him and when it did he just found it so hard to believe.

It was because he thought that nothing good would happen to him. Nothing was frustrating like living like that. Maybe it was because no one had ever done something like that for him and not expected anything back. He had already been used to it by now it was the way of life. To get something, you had to give out something.

As he started at Caleb's breakfast it made his heart warm. No one had ever made him breakfast apart from their housemaids. He thought that this thing was done in movies.

"Are you okay?", asked Caleb and pulled him from his thoughts.

ACCOUNTABILITY