Remedy (H.S.)

18

Kennedy Simmons

When I woke up I honestly didn't know how to feel. I had so many thoughts in my head. Each thought was contradicting with all the others so I had managed to confuse myself and cause me headache.

The subject of my thoughts... Harry Styles and the murder.

My logical side kept screaming in my head that he was a dangerous criminal and so where the others and I should leave and go as far away from them as I could. Especially from Harry.

But then, there was this fucking stupid side of mine that begged me to stay with them and give them one more chance because they had only be nice to me. At least the others.

Harry was mostly a dick but that's a whole other story.

Also, that same side insisted that even though Harry had done something so awful he had still proven to me that he indeed had feelings and maybe deep down in his soul there was some good hidden in him.

I had taken a tiny glimpse of it and for some reason I wished I could see more and more.

It was crazy how within a few weeks this man had managed to get his name tattooed in my brain. What was also crazy was the fact that even though I knew he was dangerous and I absolutely hated his guts I also wanted to stay close to him instead of running away like I should.

This was like a nuclear factory. Harry was the nuclear energy that seemed so interesting but deadly and I was the scientist and even though I knew it would probably cost me my life and I was aware of everything that it can do and I hated it I still wanted to explore it because maybe something good could come out of it.

Does that make sense?

If it doesn't it's not my problem. That's the only way I can explain it.

Eventually I decided to give all of them a chance since I didn't know how they had ended up beeing criminals. I didn't know their story so I couldn't make conclusions or assumptions and make valid decisions yet.

It's not like I was a saint after all. I may hadn't killed anyone before but I surely had done some really bad things.

I considered Harry to he the devil himself while many people say that in reality I am the devil and people should be careful of me.

They say that I'm insane like him, dangerous like him, psychotic like him, cruel like him and I always somehow manage to survive.

I don't want to believe them but my past can't change.

Maybe Harry and I aren't so different after all.

After a couple of minutes of laying in bed without having the strength to do anything I managed to drag myself off it.

I took a quick shower, put on a simple black thank top and a black skirt. I pulled my hair in a messy bun and start doing my usual, simple makeup routine.

When I was done I looked at my reflection. The girl in the mirror was one that I recognised but not the one that I knew as myself.

What had happened to me?

Why had I changed?

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath attempting to compose myself.

When I opened my eyes again the girl in the mirror was the one I knew so well.

Her expression was cold and you could see the strength in her eyes. There was a devilish smirk on her face that made her look dangerous.

She was the devil.