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Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

My Cupboard

''Help!'' I cried.
But like always no one heard me.
I scurried backwards trying to get away from my uncle.
My back hit the back of my cupboard.
I knew that he could never fit in here.
I knew that I would always be safe in my cupboard.
No one else can fit in here.
Not even Dudley, or Aunt Petunia.
I will never know why they treat me differently.
I am not a freak.
I am a six year old boy, whose own relatives abuse him.
A six year old should not know what abuse is, let alone be facing it.
I am the outcast of this family.
I am the criminal of the neighbourhood; thanks to my relatives everyone thinks I'm bad.
They're all idiots if they think a six year old could do half the things my family complains about.
But I guess that's what you get from this neighbourhood.
My cupboard is my haven.
No one can ever hurt me in here.
Not my relatives, not my neighbours, not the community, Dudley's gang, or the kids at school.
I'm safe here and that's why I LOVE my cupboard.

XOXOXOXOXOXOXO

The End