b.p ✰ hes; major edits

XII

belle.

I wish that there was some kind of escape out of reality. People wouldn't exist, just the sunshine, and the ones I love.

Unfortunately, that's no one.

No emotion has left my body, or entered. I sat emotionally on this ragged bed, making decisions all day. Harry always brought food, but I left it where it stays, cold, on the ground, and let it become stale.

I didn't care about myself anymore. It felt as if I had been used, and I gave in too quickly. I knew that I wasn't going to have a happy ending. I'll just end up dead, in a ball, in the corner of the dirty, fungus walls.

Harry had left me a pregnancy test, which I took. And as my bad luck continues, I'm pregnant.

I cried with joy, but sadness that this baby's father is the devil himself. He held so many secrets within him. I don't even know if he was lying to me.

I thought about suicide, but decided that after the baby was born, that I will attempt, what seems to be, the impossible.

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I heard a door creak open. Turning my head, I noticed Harry standing there in his usual attire.

"Hello Baby Producer," he said, smirking to himself.

"Don't call me that, you stupid -"

"Cuss, and I swear, I'll make your life a living hell," he whispered, grabbing at the bottom of his face. I turned away quietly, not wanting to make anymore conversation.

"Anyways, like I was going to say before I was cut off," he commented. "you're going to eat dinner with my friend and I."

"No," I spoke quietly, glancing out the window that had been locked all these days.

"Yes, and you are going to like, even if I have to force you."

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