"I don't know how I feel anymore," he admits to me shakily. "Why would you do this to yourself, Harry?" I ask softly, tracing my finger over both the scars and fresh marks on his wrists. "I just want to feel." * * * A story in which a girl sits next to the quiet kid. But as it turns out, for how quiet he is, he's got a it on his mind. WARNING: this story will contain subjects such as self harm, suicide, abuse, etc. If you are sensitive to any of these topics, please do not read this.