Mad {H.S} 1

Entry 3- Him

March 10, 2015

Who is he? Why was Sky with him? They are standing too close. I knew I should've watched her all the time. Or she would end up with someone unworthy like him. Even more unworthy than me. No one is worthy of her. But they wouldn't understand her. 

Though I'm not worthy, I'm the only one who would truly love her. Give anything Sky would ever want. 

After rolling down my car window, I was able to catch Sky laughing and saying his name. 

"Louis" 

And even saying it in my head, feels like it cuts right into my tongue. 

Off topic of my usual rambles.. there are wanted signs around for me. The police are getting onto my tracks. Though the age is inaccurate. I'm 21. Took them long enough. They didn't even know I was responsible till multiple survivors spoke up. Nobody at school took the time to know me, to even know who shot them in the back. 

I just assumed that she made it back home so I drove back home to see her through the window. When I got home I ran up to my lab. I kept anything that traced her, and evidence of my "crimes". I kept her mementos preserved well. From locks of hair and old candy wrappers. 

I kept her mementos preserved almost as well as I preserved the bodies. 

My conversation with Sky runs through my head since it happened. I could never bear to forget.

I sat down on a folding chair, making a slight crack in my window curtain, then focusing my telescope to her window. 

She was doing her studies. Tsk tsk, but I know that she wishes to be elsewhere. One day she wouldn't want anything more than to be with me. 

I can see a cd in her player, and on her desk is the empty case of Bleach, her favorite Nirvana album. I've tried listening to music just for her. I never grew up in a musical environment so it's quite hard. I try to listen to everything and anything she likes. I thrive to be a like to her, therefore it makes us more compatible. I'm going to record most of this in today's journal entry.

She was doing homework while listening to her Bleach Nirvana cd.

Has she finished already? She got up from her desk and went downstairs. I tried to follow her through the windows but there weren't enough. I heard her garage door. I ran quickly downstairs and out to my front yard. I only tend to my front yard to see her. She doesn't notice me, but maybe she will now. 

Or maybe I should talk to her...

I stayed stationary, watering my yard flowers. 

She was walking out with a scooter. She had a pink one which she had been gifted when she was 13. She hasn't outgrown it since. Adorable.

"Sky?" I pretend to be surprised with my attempt to get her attention. 

But she had already taken off.

God damn, Sky pay attention to me once more. 

Although she won't be gone for long. She usually just makes rounds around the block. I hadn't realized that I've been drowning my poor flowers. Maybe I can re-plant something to take up time. I'd be showing myself off with my yard labor. I'm not quite confident with my body, but I'm still fit. 

She's a young teenager with hormones and may as well be turned on by anything right?

I started to dig and replant that flower that I accidentally was going to murder in a puddle water. Keeping on the lookout for Sky, she wasn't coming back as soon as I'd hope. Should I go look for her?  I started to go jog around in hopes of running into my girl. My pace was increasing and I felt anxious. Where was Sky? I looked left, right and forward. 

Suddenly, the most excruciating pain occurred on my lower calf. I fell to my side and yelped. My eyes shutting tight. I'm such an idiot she was behind me. 

"Sir, I - uh mean Harry. Are you alright? I'm so sorry!" I heard her beautiful voice.

"It's um, it's fine really. I should've expected you. I knew I heard someone or something" I'm trying so hard to not fall apart in front of her. Who knew being hit by a scooter would hurt so bad. 

"Harry, you're bleeding!" She gasped.

Sky dropped the scooter and kneeled beside me. 

I swear I got lost in her bright and innocent eyes, I didn't even want to get up. Let her kneel before me longer, with all the care in her heart.

"I-I'm fine. I'll attend to it later."

She stood up, holding her hand out. She's offering her help to me? I reluctantly put my hand in hers. And.. our skin has made contact. Oh how I've longed for this. I finally receive balance and am on my two feet, and we walk back to our street together.

"Since when did you live in that house?" She asked.

"For over two years."

"I've been here for five years."

I smiled at the thought of her moving into a house. She could move into a house with me. We would watch the sun set, grow gardens, read books, listen to all the vinyls she wanted.

"Well I always thought that your house had a nice garden. Did you do all that yourself?"

"Yes I did. I was just planting something else but wanted to go on a jog instead." I scratched my neck nervously.

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A/N: Why even mention that Harry? You ratting yourself out :P

Harry: I got NERVOUS!! AHEM! "I scratched my neck NERVOUSLY." 

Whatever you're a creep your opinion doesn't matter. 

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"Well I'm going back home now. See you later Harry!" She walked to her home and put her scooter back in the garage. I heard it close and I went back to clean up after myself.

March 10, 2015

It's evening and Sky just got out of the shower. She had a shower in her room. It was perfect because I could see her body in her reflection to a wall mirror. She came out dripping wet in a towel. Just some fabric and two screens of glass between us. She always wore big t-shirts to bed. What is shocking to me is that she never touches herself. Girls her age are usually sexually curious. I can make her sexually curious. Build her inner desires. As I'm writing, I'm finding it difficult to keep it together. I'm getting excited.

A/N: What a creep huh? For all my readers who find this romantic, I want it to be known that I don't want this to be a romantic story! He is 21, she is 15. That is not okay, never will be. 

Harry: *rolls eyes* You don't know anything. 

Hey I mean it. There are some bad adults out there who could really do mental and physical harm to you if you romanticize an age-gap relationship from a very young age, and this story has a purpose to entertain, as well as sort of educate.