Part 9

I rested my head on my pillow, and thought about my dad. I really wasn't in the mood for crying, but I was so close with him, it was hard not to cry.

Ok, maybe I should shower. I haven't even left the house since, well Y'know.

I took a quick shower, and blow dried my hair. Time passed by, and soon it was almost 5:30.

*knock knock knock*

Of course he's early

I walked over to the door and let him in. Harry and I talked for a bit, and we decided to watch a movie. Harry wanted me to pick the movie, so I did.

I rested my arms behind my head, and did a big stretch.

"Don't tell me you're tired." Harry whined.

"A little."

Harry rolled his eyes, and smiled.

"Kennedy, what's that?" Harry asked, pointing to my wrist.

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck no this can't be happening oh my gosh!!

"My cat scratched me last night while I was petting him."

"Bullshit. Let me see."

"Harry, this is too far. And way out of my comfort zone."

"Let me see. You seriously can't be harming yourself, Kennedy. I don't want to fucking lose you."

I started to tear up, and a tear rolled down my cheek.

Shit why am I crying?

I ran towards the stairs, and bolted to the bathroom. I locked the door, and opened the drawer so it was impossible for anyone to open.

I lay my hands on the sink, and lean forward to stare at myself with disgust. While Harry was banging on the door, I zoned out and was completely surrounded by my thoughts.

"Your father is dead. You should be too."

I ran my hands through the various pill bottles in the medicine cabinet. Harry must've heard the bottles, because the next thing you know, he was screaming like a maniac.

"Kennedy! Don't fucking do this to me!"

Harry managed to unlock the door, but he couldn't open it because the drawer was blocking the way.

"Kennedy, look at me."

I was sobbing, while staring at myself in the mirror. I could hear Harry, I just didn't want to.

"Kennedy listen to me. Even though you're going through very fucking hard time, you still have purpose. Things can get better, I promise. I just can't help you, if you don't let me. So please, close this damn drawer, so I can-" Harry trailed off.

"For fuck sakes, Kennedy! I love you!"

I opened the drawer, while my mind ran wild.

"You should've done it."

"You deserve to be happy with your dad."

"Coward!"

"I knew you couldn't do it."

"You're weak."

Harry bolted in, and wrapped his warm arms around me. His face was red, and tears covered his whole face.

"I'm s-so s-sorry, H-Harry." I sobbed, while trying to speak.

"Don't ever scare me like that again. I don't ever want to lose you." Harry stared into my eyes.

He moved his face closer, and his lips met with mine. He put his hand on my cheek, making everything more intense.