I'm in my room, my door opens and I see Kyle standing in the doorway with eyes so furious they could burn through me. He makes his way towards me, taking slow steps with his finger on his lips "Shhh, it's going to be over soon."
He grabs me, pulling me out of bed and throwing me to the floor, the hard impact sending a sharp pain through my side. Sitting up straight, I start backing towards the door while he takes slow steps towards me, "You did this! This is your fault!" he screams extremely loud, the loudness making my ears ring.
"Kyle, please! Just leave me alone!" I get up rushing out of my room since he wasn't close enough to grab me, going straight to open the main door and start sprinting towards the elevator to get the hell away from him which was taking too long so I decided to take the stairs instead.
I ran down the flights of stairs as quickly as I could, getting on the main road to find someone who could help me get rid of the maniac who was hunting me.
I could feel him closing up behind me, I look over my shoulder to see him not far away, I run with everything I have, like my life depended on it and it did, my lungs burning because of how fast I am running. I was so out of breath, my lungs couldn't keep up for much longer.
I look around to scream for help, knocking on some doors but nobody opens, that is when I realize that there are no cars on the street, no people, nothing, it's dead silent, and I'm trapped.
"HOPE!" I hear his voice roaring behind me, making me run faster, I can feel my weak muscles on the verge of giving up, they ache miserably, I turn right and enter an alley, stopping for a second to catch my breath and figure out a way to get him to stop. "Where are you?!" He questioned in a sing along tone.
I close my eyes and take a couple of deep breaths but somehow, when I open my eyes again, I'm at an empty carnival, I hate fairs. I know he is still looking for me, I need to hide till he goes away, there is no other way out.
I start looking around for somewhere to hide, my feet automatically going towards the merry-go-round. Never get on that ride. I stop in my tracks, staring at the ride for a second before going into the fun house. These places are like a maze, maybe he won't find me here.
"Hooppee." He sings my name in a creepy, psycho-killer way, making a shiver run down my spine, I crouch down, hiding behind a false door. Kyle eventually catches up to me, finding me behind the door and ruthlessly gripping my arm to pull me up to slam me into the wall, causing my head to bounce because of how hard he slammed me.
Before I even get to recover from the impact, he is wrapping his hands around my neck, tightening his grip with every second, my body squirming underneath his and closing my tear-filled eyes as I try to gasp for air. I'm going to die.
"Hey!" I'm awaken with a jolt, gasping for air while my eyes frantically look around to spot Kyle. It takes me a moment to register that I was in the tour bus, Harry's face hovering above mine. "Hey, hey it was a dream." My eyes follow his voice to look at him, meeting his unique green eyes as he brings his hand up to my face and I flinch drastically at his action, shielding myself with the back of my hand.
Harry slowly pulls my hand down, his expression is one filled with offense, "I'm not going to hurt you, not right now at least." Caressing my cheeks, he wipes the moisture on my face with the pad of his thumbs, "I would never know." I reply, a tear stumbling down my cheek, which he is quick to wipe away. It is one of the most honest things I've said to him. He stays hovering over me, moving his thumb along my cheek in a caring and soothing way like he is trying to make me drift back to sleep while I make an attempt to stop the tears that are trying to forcing their way out.
"You were screaming, terrified." He changes the topic. "I was, I still am." I move his hands away from my face, making his expression fall. I cannot have him pretend like he cares only to make him act cruel towards me tomorrow.
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Deception - H.S
FanfictionThe thumping of my heart against my ribcage was getting worse and I placed one hand over it as if that would coax it into calming down. I hear him walking into my room, my body pressing against the back of the closet as he speaks again, "Marco?" th...