The Girl Who Cried Blood (H.S)

Chapter 3

Chapter 3: The Theory

oh and sorry for the grammar mistake and spelling and everything wrong with this... I am still in school so I'm learning to write better, just bear with me for now PLEASE. Plus I didn't edit so yeah... it's gonna be bad... but yeah... thax for reading.!. :P

*Harry's POV*

To say I was surprised may be a HUGE understatement. I was so shocked I could have gone into a coma right then and there. How did she know? Yes, I did, indeed have green eyes. But she wouldn't have known that unless she saw me close up, not in a silly dream or a 'vision'. This just doesn't make sense. It's not understandable.

She must have seen me on television then right? No, I'm pretty sure the only thing I'm famous for is my cupcakes and I'll then even only be famous amongst my family. So, I've never been on television, I've never met her nor even heard of her, she couldn't possibly have met me or saw me and just assumed my name and so much other things about me. So, what the hell is going on? This must be some kind of prank, I swear.

This isn't comprehendible.

'...the way my green eyes light up...' what does that even mean? I don't even know what color eyes she has, let alone know how she looks like. And what did she mean by 'What I Am.' is she speaking metaphorically? Must be. And why is it so important that I must be honest with her, and then she will be too. Why was this so big deal? Why can't we just talk about normal teenage stuff? Music and celebrities, parties, college and so on? Why does she have to make this so complicated? I didn't ask her to tell me this stuff, yes I am curious for the most part, but I can hold myself in if that means not complicating stuff like this. I'm so confused.

And, if she didn't want to write to me, who made her? Was this some sick joke she was playing to get more publicity and then kill me when she gets out? All I knew is that I can't answer my own question and that I'll have to wait and see and be careful. Who knows who the deliverer of this letter was? I can't trust her with my secrets if I know nothing about her.

The man/boy who delivered the letter to me during school time could have been one of her long time connections and she was teaming up with him again when she comes out, and then she'll kill me, she'll skin me alive, make me scream out for mercy and then hang my blooded skin up in the sun and let it dry so she can make a nice little mat for her house.

Yes, that's exactly how these mental patients are, that's why she may be in the asylum at first. She may think that she's fooling me by saying she's in that unlabeled part of the hospital, but she doesn't know me. I'm smarter than she thinks.

I've got it. I know exactly how she knows me and how she thinks she can read my mind. HA, why haven't I thought of this earlier...

As I sit at my desk I run my shaky hands through my curly brown locks and then rub my hands up and down my thighs. It's so clear now, the man who delivered this, he could be like an insider, he could have planted cameras in my house and been watching my every move and documented what I do at certain times. That's how she knows these things about me. She gets it from him.

I'll have to be extra careful from now on. I'll have to watch my back. That man may be a dangerous serial killer with hundreds of other mental people to help him. I could be in danger. But I can't tell the police. No that would be playing it dumb. As soon as I go to the station they'll corner me before I got out my car and kill me.

I was overthinking things again, a habit I haven't quite learned to control yet. This wasn't overthinking things, this was just plain absurd. Skin me? Really Harry, really? Every time I overthought things I get a massive head ache. So I went down stairs to get some painkillers that would help. My small apartment was nice and clean and had the smell of detergent. Just the way I like it, clean.