Locker 17

Chapter 134

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Songs for this chapter -

Burn - Ray LaMontagne

*Harry's POV*

He was stuck in this haze of confusion and solitude. No where to turn, he felt as if his life was almost over. He couldn't see the light at the end of the tunnel, no solution for his actions, or what had happened. Everyone he knew, turned on him, everyone he trusted, was no longer there for him. He had lost everyone, but that didn't matter. What mattered was that one person, the one who would make his world spin round and round. The one who he looked forward to seeing everyday, his only reason to be, his savior was no where to be found. He'd lost the most precious thing he ever owned, his treasure. He no longer had his safe haven, would he ever be safe again? There wasn't a moment where he wouldn't question himself. Would he ever be happy again? Would he ever find someone? Would he ever find something that would keep him going, just like he did. It was as if his world had plummeted on top of him, crushing his every bone. He was suffocating in his own reality. There was nothing he could do, at least he thought. The thought was quick and done. So he heard he had someone new, he wanted him to be happy, what else was he supposed to do. With no way of stopping it, he turned to the only thing that would cloud his mind, cloud the memories, forget his voice, forget the one person who he had ever loved. It was never easy, but under the influence it was as if he were in heaven, with nothing to fear or doubt. There he was, sitting on stool, slouched over a counter. Two, three, four, five, shots at a time. The burning at his throat hurt, but not as much as the burning in his chest. Pain was nothing now, so much pain would eventually lead to numbing, and that's exactly what he was, numb. 

"Are you sure you have enough money for this kid?" the man behind the counter asks, his voice echoing in my head, once, twice, three times. I can feel my head spinning, everyone around me, everything is doubled. My body isn't complying with my brain, I'm trying to move, but my body is almost as if it were moving in slow motion. All my reflexes are slow, every time I try to talk, nothing comes out. My eyes are closing, but I'm doing my hardest in keeping them open. The cold sweat that covers my body is the only thing that keeps me cool, yet it's still so hot in here. I find it harder to breathe every minute that passes, almost as if my lungs were collapsing. The only thing that has kept me from losing all ability to breathe, is the small inhaler I still carry with me. It's become sort of a habit carrying it, even if I'm no longer with him, there's barely enough space in my pockets to keep it in there along with this ring, and phone. No matter what I do, I can never leave the two items behind. 

"Kid, I asked you a question. If you can't pay for it then I'm going to call the authorities to escort you out." his words jumble up in my head, causing it to hurt even more than it is already. 

I slowly try to stand up off the counter, but fail and slump back over it. My head searches Scott, but he's no where to be seen. The bar is almost empty, yet the music is still as loud as ever and the lights just as bright. It's when I realize, I'm in this alone, all for nothing. 

"I've, I've got it," I mumble, tripping over my words. My hands slips into the pocket of my jeans, picking in it, trying to find what this man wants. In searching between the thin fabric between my thigh and the other layer of fabric, my fingers get caught in it, and as I pull them out, everything in my pocket falls to the floor. My eyes are set on the ring that I've been carrying for so long, it spins and spins, and my vision isn't helping. Each time I try grasping it, I miss.