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p r o l o g u e

June 14th, 2014.
11:00 News.

"The enormous call back of Toyota cars has created some chaos in the Mid-Western United States. Reported problems of cars dying and difficulties when driving have taken at least one thousand cars over the past few weeks. The President of the Toyota company says this problem will be resolved soon. And now bringing you breaking news, Jill Henson."

"Thank you, Andy. It is said a devastating motorcycle accident has occurred around 9:03 p.m. this evening in downtown Newark, New Jersey. Two young adults were stated to be making a sharp left turn on Westward Avenue when a semi-truck carrying goods ran into the back end of the victims. The driver, Harry Styles, twenty-one, was killed with deathly nerve, brain, and spinal injuries. The passenger, Riley Simpson, twenty, survived with fatal injuries to the spine, nerve damage, and broken ribs. The hospital holding the victim states there is a slight chance of her surviving, though she currently lies in a coma with brutal brain damage."

" 'Harry had just gotten the motorcycle he wanted two weeks before. They were headed to the movies together before Riley went off to Europe for the next two months.' " The mother of Harry Styles told CNN News this evening.

"Some witnesses say the driver was not paying attention to the road ahead. Others say the cyclist was driving over the speed limit. Police state that charges will be put against the truck driver and most likely put in custody. More updates about this unfortunate event will come later this week. Both families are in our prayers tonight. Thank you for tuning in. I'm Jill Henson, have a good night."

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It was at least the thirtieth time I'd watched that terrible newscast today. Never in my wildest dreams would I have imagined Harry and I on the news like this. When the doctor told me that Harry had died before even making it to the hospital, I could have died that second because of how much shock I was in. They had to drug me in order for my body to calm itself and rest.

When Harry died. God, I still couldn't get myself to believe such cruel and traumatizing words that came out that doctors' mouth. I mean, it's been a full on year and I haven't moved on from it. But how could I? Harry was the greatest friend any human being could ask for. No one ever brought me as much happiness like he did; my parents only gave misery and torture to the table, all because of a miscarriage.

I was curled up on a grey sofa with dried tear stains on my tan face. My body was shaking as I rewinded the video with the remote. There the news showed Harry's stunning face, and I only began to bawl out more. Why did I do this to myself? I could never answer the question, I guess because deep inside there was guilt that I was the cause of Harry's death. Must be another affect of loosing someone you love to much.

My eyes flicked off the screen for a moment too see that it was 3:57 a.m. I knew it was time to get off the television and get the rest needed, but to be quite frank, I was completely terrified of sleeping now-a-days. Of course, though, my eyes took control and slowly shut without me even having a second thought.

Images and scenes flashed by before I could interpret what they even were. I did know, though. They were all just moments from the horrifying accident that would never leave me at peace. Abruptly, an image of Harry dressed in the same outfit that night appeared. It wouldn't leave; instead it stayed put as if he was actually looking right at me.

The image showed him smiling that million dollar smile before it went dark. My mind was totally black, and I had no clue of what was to happen next. Harry's face returned, only awry with cuts and blood dripping all over his face and hands. His skin was peeling, as if he was crumbling on his own two feet, and the whole picture was flickering and flashing like a video from a horror movie.

"I'm not dead Riley." Harry's voice was distorted and inhuman, and it looked as if his jaw was hanging by a thread.

"I'm coming back Riley, I'm coming back. And when I do, you'll be crashing down with me to the gates of hell, where you belong."

Shaky hands reached out to grab me, but I cut the dream off before anything could happen by screaming. My head shot up instantly, eyes blinking repeatedly to gather myself together. I looked around and took deep breaths; it was something I learned in therapy.

Wrapping myself tightly in the blankets I had on before, I closed my eyes for a brief moment and relaxed. I opened them again and scratched my head. The lights suddenly flickered off. My head turned left and right. What the hell?

I began to remove the blankets off my body and stood. A creek sound caught my attention and I faced the direction it came from. The door to my condo smoothly opened and the light from the hallway came through. A tall, dark figure appeared in the doorway. I was seconds away from screaming for help, but nothing came out.

Told you I'd be back Riley.

Before I knew it, the figure arrived, coming face to face with me. A sharp pain rushed through my abdomen and all I did was yell over and over, praying someone would hear; but no one came. The pain repeated, only in different areas of my stomach, yet still, no one came.

I came back just for you Riley, it's time to come home.

And then, darkness.

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sorry for the lengthiness guys but it works perfectly for what's about to come. i know i said i'd post this later on this week but i changed my mind.

see ya in the summer (-: