Trust Me (You/Fifth Harmony)

7

I kept walking down the empty halls of the house alone, something felt wrong. I could hear things. Subtle whispers, getting closer and closer.

I turned around and nothing was there. I sighed and continued walking.

The whispers continued, they grew louder and louder.. I couldn't take it anymore, I turned  back once more.

"Lauren?" Right in front of me stood Camila, Y/N, Ally, Dinah and Normani.

"Are you okay?" Ally asked.

I looked at them, they were just sleeping. Where did they come from?

"What are you doing awake?"

"Do you trust us?" Camila asked.

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My body jolted upwards, I quickly breathed in and out. My entire body was covered in a coat of sweat. I looked around my room, thankfully none of the girls were here.

I must have been dreaming. I must have. There must be something wrong with me. Besides me being a total nut case.

I'm sure by now Camila probably shared the details of last night with the other girls and they don't want to even look at me. I don't blame them honestly. I can't even stand to look at myself.

The sun was slowly starting to get up, it looked nice how the colors evolved in the sky along with the sun. I like it. It reminded me of a better time. Pulling the blankets off of me, seemed to be more work than it seemed to be. I sat up in the bed and let my feet hang over the side. It was cold. Colder than usual actually. I felt like I was freezing my ass off.

"This is crazy." I mumbled putting my feet firmly on the floor. I ran my fingers through my hair and stretched my arms up in the air. For some reason that was always the best feeling for me.

I looked around my room, there was nothing really here. No pictures, no memorabilia, no life. There was nothing of myself nor Camila or the other girls. The walls were darkly colored to match the drapes and the bed.

It was dark.

Walking over to my closet was dreadful in it's own way. Everything I wore was arranged to five colors : Green; for hopes of growth and change. Blue; for understanding. Grey; for differences within our lives. Black; for the unexpected inevitability of our choices or chaos. White; for hope that life will become better or because of sweet disposition.

I never wore white.

I picked out an outfit from the closet, holding it up to my body as I looked at it in the mirror hanging on the back of the door. It was nice. It fit. I knew that but, something always drew me to the mirror.

I sighed as I looked at my reflection.

"Who am I kidding.." I said letting out a stifled laugh. My head began to hurt a bit.

They should have thrown you into jail. You are on sick fuck. No wonder why Camila doesn't love you.

I closed my eyes. "She loves me. You don't know what you're talking about."

Why would she? She's only with you for you money and she's afraid to leave. She's afraid. You'll do it again.

"I-I wouldn't do that. I wouldn't hurt Camz like that again. I love her."

Love? You stalked her for six years. You kidnapped her and told her parents were dead. She only stayed because she trusted you. Not to mention what you did.

"I didn't do anything..." I murmured. "I wouldn't...I'm a good person..You're the sick fuck. Not me!"

I am you. I made you. Everything you have, is because of me.  Don't think for one second that they fucking believe this nice person act you reveal to them. They hate you. I bet even Y/N hates you.

"She doesn't even know me."

No, but I want to get to know her. She might be even better thank Camila don't you think? God, imagine your hands gripping around her neck.

"You're fucking sick. I wouldn't harm anybody."  I may be a lot of things but, I would never intentionally hurt the girls. I just don't trust myself alone with any of them.

You're me. I'm you. Everything I do, reflects back on you. Probably why you're marriage has gone to shit and you lost your child because you..

I opened my eyes quickly and through my fist into the glass. "I didn't rape my wife!" I yelled.

The room went slient. I could still see my reflection through cracks.

It was laughing back at me.