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Seeing Harry cry was honestly one of the most heartbreaking things I had ever witnessed; his eyes welled up with tears and he buried his face into his hands as if he was ashamed to show his sadness. I was so confused- I had just been told that this fifteen year old boy in front of me had shot his girlfriend.

"It's not as bad as it sounds- I promise," he mumbled between sobs; obviously he was overwhelmed by remembering the incident. I could see it in his eyes that he was replaying what happened in his head.

"I think it would be best if you told me Harry, it may help you," I expected him to tell me to go away but instead he sat down and gestured for me to follow suit. Slowly, I sat down on the damp grass and stared at him intently, waiting patiently for him to release his sorrows.

"It all happened so fast, so quickly..." And with that I was transported into his past, almost as if I was watching it with his eyes.

*Harry's flashback (from his POV)*

It was December 24th, the night before Christmas, and my girlfriend was round with her family. All was nice, all was civil. She gestured for me to come upstairs with her and me being the boy I was, thought that maybe she would be giving me a... Special present. Things had been rocky in our relationship but I thought things had been resolved.

She fumbled around in her bag until she got out a pair of handcuffs and of course I thought she intended on using them on herself. I was wrong. She pushed me onto the bed and I jokingly went along with her as she handcuffed me to the bed, laughing at her silly behaviour. She left the room and I waited for her to come back giggling hysterically because I looked so stupid.

But she came back in with a knife. A sharp bladed, glinting knife that my mother was going to use to carve the turkey the next day. The smile faded from my face as she approached me with a sadistic grin- I understood what was happening. She wanted payback for the things I had done in the past. Only weeks before I cheated on her and she had only found out when she had snooped around my phone. Of course she was livid, but I had believed that we had left the whole thing behind us.

I was wrong.

I thrashed around in the handcuffs, feeling helpless and petrified. Finally, one of the locks broke loose and I opened my bedside table drawer to pull of the gun I had stolen from my father. By now, I could feel my girlfriend's breath on me and I could see the murderous glint in her eye.

"Drop the gun Harry," she whispered, "I'll do it quickly if you drop the gun."

But I didn't want to die. I didn't. So I pulled the trigger on her and hit her in the right thigh, causing her to fall to the ground moaning and spluttering as she braced the pain of the wound. I didn't even think twice as I jumped out of my window, running into the dark night air which pinched at my skin.

Since that day, I've ran. Trying to escape a traumatic past.

*end of Harry's flashback*

"Harry I'm so sorry," I whispered to him, unsure of how to even react after being told his story. He was almost killed, and acted in self defence- so I wondered why he felt so guilty? I could tell that grief and guilt hung over him like rain clouds but I knew that he would tell me one day.

Harry shook his head and wiped away the tears that ran down his cheeks before looking at me with sad eyes.

"Go, leave me. You don't want to be round someone like me, I'm a monster. I shot a person. I'm broken," his voice was somber, breaking in the middle of words as the lump in his throat grew.

"Harry I can't leave you!" I said firmly back to him, not accepting the derogatory way he spoke about himself. He had nothing to be ashamed about.

Stroking his hair, I watched him cry and cry till his tears dried up and he simply stared blankly into the horizon. I couldn't imagine the trauma he faced every day, remembering that incident.

"Let's go and find somewhere to stay tonight," I murmured into his ear, trying my best to comfort him. But I didn't know how to comfort him. So I continued to hold him, waiting until he was strong enough to stand.

So now you know why Harry is running! What other secrets will come out?!

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