Mad {H.S} 1

Entry 4- (null)

March 12, 2015

I saw Sky upstairs looking distressed. I hurt Sky. I really did. But she could've been hurt anyway. Such reckless behaviour. But I didn't mean to make her sad. I wish I could help her. Make her happy. She started her homework either way, and my caution rose as her mother entered the room. She had set a plate of cookies on Sky's desk, seem to be concerned of how she was feeling. Sky's mother looked suddenly happy, and Sky's eyes grew with fear. As I'm writing this, Sky isn't in the room. I'm afraid of why she is afraid. Sky must be

I hear a knock at my door. Who the hell would want to disturb me? When I answered the door, I was shocked to see Sky. She was holding some tin foiled thing, with gloves on. She refused to make eye contact with me. I didn't like that.

"Hello." I broke our silence.

"I ha-"

"Not going to greet my properly I see." I snapped.

"Oh. Sorry, hi Harry." She finally looked up for me.

"Come in please." I stood aside, hoping she would reside in my home for a little while.

Maybe even forever.

She set the tin foil on the table. I gave it one simple touch and burned myself.

"Is it hot, Harry?"

Hot.. what was hot?

I felt the tension grow, her worried eyes on my hand, and my lustful eyes on her.

"It's very hot Sky."

"Is your hand alright?"

I suddenly broke from my thoughts, wh- my hand? I removed my hand from the heated foil and saw blistering, though I didn't feel much pain.

"Well, inside the foil is cookies my mom baked. She wanted to thank you for taking me home."

"No need to thank me, I did that because I wanted to."

Her eyes grew wide a bit, then nodded.

"Sky, why don't we discuss of what happened earlier on today?" I suggested, wanting to apologize to her.

She deserves an apology. I love her, I don't want her frustrated with me. I put my hand on her back, leading her to my living room.

"Skylar, I don't want you upset with me." I started to shake a bit.

"Harry, it's alright. I understand that I made a dangerous move and that I should have-"

"I hurt you! Skylar I hurt you and there is no excuse for such!" I grabbed her hand desperately, showing where I had gripped her.

Fear written over her face again. I can't stand that expression of hers. I had the guts to give her a hug, she needed one. I engulfed her in my arms, and she started to beat at my chest. Beating over, and over, and over. Why would she do so? I pulled away, seeing her in tears. No no no.

"I think I should leave sir." She whispered.

"But what happened to calling me Harry?"

She shook her head and ran outside, I watched her run back home. She took one last glance at me and sent a glare. What she did made no sense at all. I was angry.

Oh, I was mad.

I can't control myself. I started to throw things, break things. Punch at nothing. Nothing is what describes us now. Nothing. But there has to be something. There needs to be more than just nothing! I can't stand being away from her any longer, she's got me hooked to her touch. No one can feel her skin the way I have, I musn't allow it. I pulled at my hair, tugged at my scalp.

She's forever imprinted in my head.

A/N: At this point, Harry has lost sense of humanity at all. Not like he had much anyways.