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Exasperated, that's what I was- am. My pride that was once stored within me has now vanished into billions of particles, dissolved and evaporated into the mass air that surrounds me. Lifeless: nothing more, nothing less. I lay, placidly, willingly, acceptingly, though, my body is no longer belligerent; it's given up.
My name is Kaitlynn Malik and this is my story.

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33. Chapter 30.

"God.. no." I am choking on my own words now, lost in a trance that can't be broken, no matter how loud I scream; there is absolutely no one around.

"Harry!" I try to scream the only name that pops into my head. Nothing. I try again, screaming as loud as I can, but it only comes out as a gasp. On the third time, it comes out louder, but only sounds like it would if I were talking to someone casually. And finally, I try once more, and it's intense, deafening even.

The guy's grey-blue eyes widen, his pupils dilating once more at the sound of my cracked voice, but it changes nothing. He pushes himself flush against me, pinning me to the wall with his left hand and arm, covering my mouth with the right. It's hopeless. I'm hopeless. I try to cry for Harry, but my voice is muffled, and I can barely utter a sound with the lump so tightly in my throat as the tears fall relentlessly. There is absolutely no hope for me at all. Maybe I should just give up on fighting? And I do; I give up.

I bolt upright in my bed, breathing heavily, gasping. My hand is over my chest as I try to tranquil myself, but it doesn't help. Harry stirs beside me, rubbing his eyes as he wakes.

"Kait?" His tone is that of worry. "Kait, what's wrong?"

"I... he... it...." I gasp, barely audible.

Harry's arm are around me instantaneously, full of consolation. "Shh, it's alright baby. It's alright. I'm here." My breathing begins to calm, thanks to Harry, but as soon as it does, I'm once again lost in a trance, and I begin crying hysterically. I hear nothing except the sound of my harsh breathing, crying, and Harry's soft, soothing words. His fingertips run up and down my spine as he tries to calm me, telling me that everything will be alright. And for the first time in the last three years, I feel safe. I feel... alright.

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