Fear

Chapter Seven

Shit, shit, shit.

Harlow stared longingly at the wall phone, waiting for a call, from a particular someone.

A simple ring, one that would ring through her head, and excite her heart.

One where a certain man would call, letting her know he's alright.

He's not going to call you, you bloody dumb fuck, he doesn't even have your telly's number!

Her conscious was right, she didn't even know if Louden was real, he could have been a sign from her imaginative cranium, that she's going off the deep end.

Letting out a deep groan Harlow wanted to throw herself out of a window, she had no idea what her obsession with the strange man was, he was here, and now he was gone. Regardless if he was a figment, or real. He wasn't real and he wasn't coming back anytime soon.

Staring out the newly fixed sliding door, she couldn't help but feel exhausted. She was constantly drained, like every time she's charged again, the energy out of her body was immediately sucked away.

Leaving her breathless, and strangely angry. She was upset with her body, with her mind, and everything in-between.

"Cat, what am I going to do?" She asks the pretty black cat curling up by her side, waiting for cuddles, and warm reassurance from the outside cold.

Mewing, the cat gave Harlow a look, she was not in the mood for Harlow's nightly venting.

The roaring orange fire flickered, dancing in front of her eyes, teasing her skin with its warm hands, and fretful fingers.

Leaving a shiver in its wake.

Letting out a long purr, cat snuggled (if possible) more into the couch, burying her self in a blanket.

Almost human-like, Harlow couldn't help but think.

The snow had started up again, long fingers of ice constantly tapped on her windows, leaving frost tipped rims, and long hand like shapes plastered against her window.

The wind howled hauntingly outside her doors, syncing with every wolf howl that went on, and seemed to go on forever.

The sounds of outside wouldn't scare someone normal, in fact, some are comforted by the fact that there is life out there- that there's other beings, whether they're animals, or something else.

However, Harlow knew that there were more than just animals in the woods.

She knew what to fear, and how to fear it. Which resulted in a much hated feeling towards the dark, and outside.

A high-pitched beep, that sounded suspiciously like fall out boy's 'my songs know what you did in the dark', rang from Harlow's mobile.

She'd never moved so fast, she dove for the white object, and as fast as she could swiped from left to right to answer.

"Hello?" She called frantically in the metallic piece that as clutched in her palm.

"Harlow? It's Ameilia. How haveyou been?" The voice of her childhood friend filtered through the mobile brought relieved tears to her eyes.

"Amelia?" Harlow called out, although she was happy to hear from her friend, she desperately wanted to there, a certain husky growling voice. Whether or not he had her number.