Perish {H.S}

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Mitch gave me the day off today. After the random shooting at the club last week, he decided to up security and have more cameras put in. Although the club is open again, he claims that it's unsafe for me to be there right now. I dont know why, I know lex is working tonight, as are all the dancers.

My day off has so far revolved of having a spring clean of my flat, and a rather exagerated pamper day for myself. Delores from next door has been popping in alot. At first, it was sweet and I appreciated it, but it's getting really annoying now. I can bearly get an hours peace without her chapping on my door with her blinged walking stick.

I think she's just worried, but she doesn't have to be. I'm fine and I can take care of myself.

After watching a four hour run of the vampire diaries, I decided to go and make myself some food. Making my way to the kitchen, I open the fridge and realise that I'm in need of a food shop ASAP. With only a carton of eggs, a pint of milk and some cheese, I decided to make some omelets.

While getting my utensils prepared, I cant help but ponder on last weeks events. Time off work, and being alone really gives me alot of time to sit and procrastinate over everything.

I haven't seen harry since that night. Although I know he's been at work and when mitch has called me for updates that I had to force to happen. I would hear harry On the other end of the phone clattering around and talking to himself.

The time alone has really gave me time to reflect on my poor actions. Harry begged me to kill him. I nearly killed myself 'unintentionally.' It was supposed to me a reversed psychology thing that could have turned out wrong. Although the thrill, was like nothing else I've ever felt in my life. Although I may have died, I never felt more alive in that moment.

Then we nearly kissed.

Harry nearly kissed me.

And I liked it. I hate that I liked it.

I dont like harry. Nothing about him is toleratible aside from his looks. God he's beautiful.

But it was wrong. I won't ever put myself in that situation again. My goal from now on is to never be left alone with Harry. He isn't safe. He makes me second guess myself and I don't like it.

Nothing good will ever come from being near him.

I'm broke out from my thoughts with vigorous loud thumps clattering on my front door. The noise startles me so much so, that I end up dropping my omelet on the cold kitchen floor.

If that's Delores again, I will go mad.

Huffing to myself out of my sheer stupidity, I trod my way to my front door with heavy uneven steps. The banging continues making me groan aloud.

"Delores, you don't have to keep checking up on me! I'm fine!" I shout out as my fingers fiddle with the double lock Sarah had installed onto my door after the incident that occurred with Greg.

After a few seconds of cursing to myself over the fact that I can't even unlock my own front door without making a racket, I swing the door open to see the person that I'd least expect to see.

"Hey baby." Greg slurs dramatically as he show cases that usual charming lopsided smirk. He leans himself up on the frame of my front door and gives me a strange look. "Where have you been?" Was the first out of many questions to fall from my lips and be heard aloud.

Greg huffs and roles his eyes, shoulder barging past me and wobbling into my flat. The smell of vodka, mixed with beer cascades around me when he does this.

He's drunk, again.

I wonder if he knows that there are people After him?

I wonder if he cares?