Fiendish

Chapter 4

My demons, are begging me to open up my mouth.

-Halsey, Hold Me Down

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Carmen's Pov.

"Remember, I'm picking you up after your classes end and we're going out." Harry said as we walked to my first class of the day. I wrapped my arms around my body as the wind blew cool air around me.

"Where are you taking me?" I want to go home.

"Don't worry about that." Harry said as we stopped in front of the front door of my classroom. I was fifteen minutes late and already completely embarrassed by my tardiness.

"Just know that I'll be here to pick you up and don't try anything that you'll regret, do you understand me?"

I nodded my head and was just about to enter the class room when Harry put his hand on the door knob, stopping me. I furrowed my eyebrows and kept my eyes on Harry's hand.

"Look at me, princess." Surprisingly, there was no anger in his voice. I didn't really know what was laced in his voice but I sure didn't want to stay here any longer. I looked up at Harry to find him gazing at me. He didn't say anything at all, just watched me watch him. I grew uneasy under his gaze and wished I could just simply read his mind.

Before I could react, Harry leaned over and kissed the corner over my mouth. The gesture was sweet and kind and made me so confused. Shivers ran down my spine as his lips lingered on my cheek. Harry sucked in a shaky breath and pulled away. He removed his hand from the door knob and turned on his heels.

I watched Harry as he walked down the hall with his hands in his pocket. Soon enough he was gone and I was able to move; I was able to operate like a normal human being.

This needs to stop. Harry just needs to leave me alone.

I opened the door and walked into the classroom nice and quietly. Thankfully almost everyone's eyes were on Professor Cox as she lectured. I was able to slide into my seat and pull out my composition book while attempting to pay attention.

Eye like emeralds,

Smile like a snake

Some type of fiendish thing

That keeps me awake.

Eye open.

Eyes on me.

Looking,

Yet I can't see

Blinded by something

Fiendish,

I can't see past

This haze,

This blur,

This fiendish thing.

I look at what I've written on paper and am horrified beyond belief. Horrified by what I have written on paper. My lips were parted as I stared at this darkness that laughed mockingly in front of me. I slowly closed my journal, securing my dark, yet true poem in the walls of my composition notebook.

Professor Cox finished her lecture, which I've failed to catch any of, a few seconds after I get out of my daze. I pulled out my phone and looked at the time. I had three minutes until this class ended and wished I didn't get here late.