Sounds and Whatnot

Wheeze.

Thump. Thump.

Gasp.

Hic. Hic.

I'm pathetic. Why did I even think anyone would be my friend? Freaks don't deserve nice things. The fact that I still have an imaginary friend at 10 is evidence enough. I could pretend all I want, but at the end of the day, no one wants me.

I could just end everything now, it would be easier for everyone. Especially for the Dursleys. I wondered back then if they'd care if I ever succeeded in running away. After a while I realized I'm just slave to them, a burden even. Sure, Aunt Petunia's nice to me sometimes, but I don't think she really cares about me.

If you're wondering what happened, why I'm like this. Well, don't worry I'll tell you.

Someone at school approached me and sat on my table at lunch. He was really friendly— I really should have been suspicious, but after a long time of being deprived of human interaction for so long (except when my aunt and uncle tell me to do something or when I'm the punching bag for my cousin) I just... I really wanted someone to notice me.

We talked while he ate, and for a while I thought, maybe things are going to get better. Then, he told me he wants to hang out with me in the park near the Dursleys. I should've known better. 

When I finally got to the park, everyone in my class was there. They had dirt in their hands and immediately threw them at me when I came. 

Everyone was laughing, but all I can hear was my breath and the beat of my heart. They're both going fast. I can feel tears stream down my face. That somehow made them laugh harder. Sadistic bastards.

My head really hurts, everything is blurry and for some reason my ears are ringing.

I have to go.

I NEED to go.

I run back to my aunt and uncle's house. I refuse to call it home. If anything, my cupboard will be the only home I'll ever have.

Once I'm situated in my cupboard, I sob freely.

Now you're all caught up.

I should probably change my clothes, but what's the point anymore? It's not like anyone will their opinion about me once I change.

I sneak out of the cupboard and made my way into the kitchen. I need to do this.

"No you don't."

'Shut up, Franklin.'

I find the chef's knife, then ran quietly to the bathroom.

 "Harry..." 

Franklin pleads with me as soon as I closed the door.

"If you do this, there's no going back. You won't even see me..."

'It's just too much, Franklin!' I sit down on top of the loo, 'I just want everything to stop. Please, just let me find peace...'

He sighed and sat heavily on the edge of the bathtub.

"How about that visit to Charles' mansion...?"

He asked weakly, not looking at me.

I stay silent.

After a while, I lift the knife and lined the sharp end where the vein is supposed to be.

Before I could do anything drastic, the door opened and in enters Aunt Petunia. Of course I'd be stupid enough to not lock the door.

Silence. We just kept on staring at each other, both too shocked to say anything.

It happened too quickly for me to process what was happening, but before I knew it, I was engulfed in Aunt Petunia's arms.