A/N: Yes, I know this is super short but I'm still working on finding a veta for some advice and help with my dialogue and some punctuation. Thank you for reading this. It may be a bit rambling sounding but I wrote it while kind of depressed so yeah.

CHAPTER 3

Why is a question Harry is constantly asking himself? Sitting alone n his confinement also know as his room. 'As if' he scoffs out loud knowing that no one is there to hear. Even if they were he ponders, they wouldn't care to listen. He felt lost in his thoughts and felt overwhelmed by sudden revelations on his current situation.

What if…. What if he had never said a word?

Had kept quiet about all of his feelings, wrong doings, thoughts, views, and everything that had been mentioned to lead up to this point. Harry doesn't, he just doesn't understand what has he done to himself?

His soul should be begging to live, to have him carry on through everything. However it was silent, docile in its way of accepting its fate of being extinguished forever. Shouldn't he be filled with a raging need to live, no matter how unhappy he will be? Walking to the window, Harry slid it open and pushed his hand through t but was stopped by the ward preventing him from leaving his own hell. 'I want to be rescued' he thinks but not by someone else

. Harry desperately wants his will to come back so he 'I want to be rescued' he thinks but not by someone else. Harry desperately wants his will to come back so he can bring himself to the normal standard of living. Because honestly all he was right now was a walking shell of a former person.