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He sat quietly on the steps. Knees pulled up close to his chest. Laughter and shrieks drifted up to where he sat. His chest hurt. But he was finding it hard to remember when it hadn't. It was his birthday wasn't it? Maybe he got the day wrong. But he knew he hadn't. What's wrong with me? He whispered to himself. Slowly he crept back up the stairs to his room. He looked in the mirror, but quickly looked away. He was so disgusted with himself. Of course they don't remember, the voice whispered. Percy knew it wasn't good to dwell on the bad thoughts. Oliver would skin him alive if he found out! The thought cheered him slightly. He had his friends at least. He missed Hogwarts so much. But there wasn't anything he could do. He curled up on his bed. His blanket pulled up to his chin. He had promised Marcus no more cutting. He had to keep his promise. He drifted off to sleep. It will be better tomorrow,he promised. No it won't, the voice whispered. No it won't.