Room 219

Once Upon a Tragedy

(The story's theme songs are "Your Call" by Secondhand Serenade and "The A Team" by Ed Sheeran. Okay I'm done. Enjoy.)  

                                                                            ~Harry's P.O.V.~

"Harry, love, get your school bag. Remember the trip you're taking today?" My mom informed me without even looking at me. I was sitting on the couch eating my cereal, and watching cartoons.

I was only nine at the time. She told me I would be taking a trip, and I believed her. She wouldn't tell me where we were going, but I had a feeling it wasn't going to be a nice trip. Not to the zoo, or the park. She couldn't even look me in the eye. She didn't want me. That bastard Robin had convinced her. I never liked that asshole from the day I met him. When we reached our destination she said that she'd pick me up in a bit. She lied. Never returned. As if I no longer exsisted.

She left me at an orphanage. At first I was excited to play with all the kids there. None of them seemed to like me, to them, I was a bit strange.

By the time I was thirteen, i was still there. It was awful. The food was horrid. I was so thin. One of the days I was there, the lady at the front desk Meredith had told me that a man wanted to adopt me. I was happy at the time. He seemed so nice, and generous. It was all an act. I didn't want to do anything with him. But he made me. I hate that bastard. I stayed with him until I turned fifteen. It was  torture and abuse. He touched me everyday. He chained me and locked me in a room. It was worse than the orphanage. He hardly fed  me. If I misbehaved there would be intense consequences that I'd rather not get into I felt so uncomfortable with him. But by that time, I had changed. Changed in ways I really didn't want to. It was like, the person I once was, just vanished. He once went to work, and didn't tie me down tight enough. After wrestling with the ropes, I eventually set myself free. my wrists were burnt and scarred from the rope. It hurt like hell, but I was almost out.

I looked down at myself and noticed, I had no clothes. I ran into his bedroom and put on some of his filthy clothes on, and ran out the door. Didn't exactly know where I was going, but I didn't stop 

'Just keep going Harry, keep going' I told myself.

I wasn't sure what time it was but it was very dark outside. I was walking the streets of London, when I passed a large glass window. I couldn't see myself though. I saw somebody that resembled me, but I know that the real me, was very, very far away. When I looked at the glass, I saw a boy who got his childhood taken away, and couldn't get it back. I saw a misfortunate boy, with messed up hair, clothes that belonged to a man who sexually and physically abused him, and a dirty face. Bruises everywhere. He was torn. I was torn. I was cheated. Abused. Abandoned. A pair of wild green  psychotic wide eyes were staring back. I couldn't close them. This was me. I was ruined. I felt as though my life, had no meaning. No. I was convinced, I was done for.

For the next few weeks or so, I was able to manage myself. I did things with people to get money. Whatever they needed. Whatever satisfied them. Male or female, it didn't really matter to me anymore. It wasn't long until I was caught. A police man was walking and saw me in an alley way. I was sitting on the floor, rocking. He had given me a stranger look. At first, I think he thought I was on drugs.

"Hey son, what are you doing out here? Hm?" I ignored him, my eyes still wide opened. I felt as if I hadn't closed them. I continued rocking back and forth. The man reached out his hand to touch my arm. I screamed. Louder than I ever had. I was scarred. After a whole bunch of shushing, he eventually got me up and into his car. I didn't trust him though. I don't give a fuck if he has a stupid ass badge. I can't trust anyone. Not my mom, or the police, or anybody. Not anymore.

Ever since that police officer offered me "help", my life has consisted of moving from hospital to hospital. Until I was moved to the Everastic Mental Houses. That's where I met my lovely nurse, Miss Alice.

Yay! I never wrote a story before so bear with me.