Tenebrous [h.s]

Chapter 15

Cliché warning

But we are all suckers for it aren't we?

Anyways enjoy, escape reality because this world is too fucked up to even be bearable.

Hang in there, everything will be alright <3

Really it will be.

𝒵ℴℯ'𝓈 𝒫𝒪𝒱:

It's been five days since the "family dinner" and I'm still not over it. It's been on my mind all day, everyday.

Even at night, I have been having dreams of my childhood, all the puzzle pieces are coming into place. I wake up and just stare at him, I watch him breathe. That's what I'm doing right now.

He is sound asleep, his lips are slightly parted and even though I can't see his eyes I still get lost looking at his face. I can't seem to get enough of him. Memories of him and I while we were children are coming back.

One particular memory is standing out and I can't seem to shake it off. Harry and I used to watch films every single night together. Our houses were pretty close to each other so we would sleep over at one another's.

It's not about what movie we used to watch, which were mostly cartoons, or what we would eat, it's about how we interacted after it. We would go to his grandpa and narrate the movie and he would listen to us, he always looked so interested in what we were saying. We would even reenact some scenes, his grandfather's has been haunting me, in a good way. We told all our secrets to him and he seemed like he liked little Zoe. I wonder if he would still like me, I mean I have changed a lot.

I don't even know if he is alive, he probably isn't, the idea of which feels like a stab in the heart.

One day we sat down, the two of us and we drank tea on the porch. I don't remember much. The only words of his I remember are " This world is cruel Zoe but I know that whatever comes your way you will fight it and even if you feel like you've lost yourself there will always be a small part of you still burning. Don't take anyone's crap."

Why are these memories so riddling? And why the hell do I get the feeling he knows something I don't?

My overthinking got interrupted by Harry rustling around, his face deeply creased and his hands  holding on to the pillow for dear life. His knuckles are white.

He is having a nightmare, I realise. I hate when that happens to me. Everyone hates nightmares but seeing Harry in this state breaks my heart even more. The feeling of helplessness in those dreams is the worst thing to experience when you are supposed to be at your most relaxed, in your sleep.

I move closer to him, placing my hands on his face, he is breathing hard and it worries me, I call out his name but it doesn't wake him up. I wrap my arms around him and I realise he is trembling from head to toe. I start rocking back and forth and I'm talking in his ear, still trying to wake him up.

He doesn't budge though and when I heard those gut-wrenching sobs that tore through his chest, I felt a piece of me crack to a million pieces. He is growing more restless trying to move away from my hold but he is still asleep.

"Go away." He whispers, pain apparent in his voice and I feel tears threatening to fall off my eyes.

"Harry, it's me, it's Zoe, please wake up." I say growing more restless myself. I hold on to him tight and he takes a sharp breath in. His eyes snap open, he is covered in a cold sweat, shaking and heaving, he is looking around the room suspicious and paranoid that the horror may have followed him here, he gets his top half up cautiously, shivering and he rubs his head and eyes trying to fully awaken.