Alive.

Before.

"Hanna? Hanna!" Harry's voice booms in my ear but fades away from the piercing noise of our cargo plane circling around the beach below. The tiny earpiece that was hidden behind my golden locks provided me with the simple bliss of hearing Harry's voice.

I'd give anything to scream back to him and tell him to find me, then maybe I could enjoy the ocean breeze and the calm sunset before me. It swelled with beautiful colors of orange and yellow. Maybe if these assholes would loosen the handcuffs then I could enjoy my life with my boyfriend, who is no where to be found. As they say, life is difficult.

"Harry?" I whisper quietly so the criminal guarding my door doesn't hear.

"Hanna? Hanna! Is that you?" Harrys frantic voice calls.

"Yes, babe quiet down please." My eyes dart to the closed door as the guard shifts on his feet to move to the other side. His gun is slung across his shoulder and he protectively keeps his hand on the trigger.

"Sorry, I'm coming Hana, I will find you and you will be safe again." Harry sound so confident.

It used to be the other way around, I was the optimist and him the pessimist. Seeming my world was coming to a close I let myself laugh. Laugh to myself, laugh to the world, laugh to every man who has punched me and screamed in my ear this goddam day.

"It's nice to hear you laugh." Harry states and I wish he could see my smile. At least he didn't question the audacity my laugh held. I knew my fate and deep down Harry did too.

I was awaiting my last call so I could say bye to Harry for real. I hadn't want to hurt him yet. I knew how much it would hurt. I had only experienced it two short years ago.

It will consume him, bite off every living piece of him, swallow him and engulf him in misery. The aftermath is the most horrific, you become a loving less soul that walks around Earth with a fake smile and barely manages to get by each day. I sure as hell don't want that for Harry. He deserves to be free and happy. I brought more chaos to his already chaotic life.

"Harry, I love you." I say and tears brim my eyes threatening to fall.

"You know I love you too but why does it sound like your giving up?" Harry is weak to answer maybe his mind has wrapped around the idea of my death.

"Because I already have." I croak and cry. Cry harder than I've ever had. My mothers death didn't hurt me this much, nothing hurt as much as dying did.

"Don't cry, we are coming." I hear the stuttering in Harry's voice and finally know he made up his mind.

"Promise me something." I say quickly as I hear footsteps approaching. A man rejoins the other in the hallways and they greet each other with sly grins, they display their nasty yellow teeth that has grown worst. Their all black costumes reveal nothing of their identity but provide a cliche image of a basic bad guy.

"Anything."

"Never forget-." My voice is cut of by the opening of my door.

"Hanna!" Harry calls as a bag is pulled over my head. Two burly hands grab my shoulders and shove me forward. I'm quick on my feet and don't fight them as they maneuver me through the short pathway to the load off station of the helicopter. The bag is whipped of my head and I squint against the shining sun to see two large men.

"Tell us where Harry styles is or die." One says. I look away and shut my eyes. Well they didn't bother to waste any time.

"Your life lost, I never minded killin-."The booming sound of a gunshot shatters the moment as a bullet strikes the man in the back of the head. His body slumps forward, lifelessly. A crimson liquid begins to pool around his head. It takes me awhile to realize the substance is blood.