Lunatic (English Translation)

Chapter 7

"Oh god, I was really getting a headache"

Harry crossed his right leg onto his left and rested his head at the back of the sofa. He sighed quietly and looked back at Louis with curiosity.

Louis, the boy who was so terrified and panicked that he clung to the corner of the wall anxiously. He could feel the raging terror moving inside every single cell of his body like electricity. His arms and legs were weak and shaky, and he felt like he was about to throw up all the food inside his empty stomach. He tried with all the energy left inside him not to throw up at the sight of the decaying corpse in front of him. But his stomach acid was finding it's way to his throat. The nausea inside him seemed to not only want to throw up everything inside his stomach but also all the feelings inside him.

He wanted to throw up blood because of his naive blind trust. He wanted to throw up until he felt the creeping sensation of death. Until he heard the quiet whisper at the deepest level of darkness inside his ears.

He kept his eyes closed but he could still feel the dark presence of Harry. He could see the smirk at the corner of his lips even with his closed eyes. The smirk was not by any means friendly or familiar. He snaked his arms around his bent legs and closed the space between his legs and chest. He bent down inside himself like a fetus. He was shaking like a small pigeon that escaped the cold only to come to the arms of a wolf.

Because of the small ray of moonlight and the few lights that Harry kept on the room was mostly in darkness. Other than the single ray of light that crossed the thick curtains and shined on the corpse in front of him. Blood was still dripping from his bruised hands to the floor.

The eyes... the eyes were the worst part of it all, the worst nightmare he could ever imagine living in front of him. His eyes were open wide with terror in front of him. His mouth too, the last remaining seconds of his life was a terrified scream that was suffocated inside his throat. A scream for freedom, for the pain buried deep inside his chest.

"Alright, let me introduce you guys..."

"Chop chop it's meeting time" Harry clapped his hands together and smiled. He picked up the severed arm on the table and walked to Louis.

Louis wanted to sink himself into the wall. He wanted to bury himself alive in the hard concrete of his house just so this insane madman would not get close to him. He didn't him, no.

He tried so hard to get away from him but every time his legs would give out and slip. And the Harry that was coming to him would get closer. The cold wall behind him could not get any farther. He dipped his head low and took a shuddering disgusted breath and pressed his face to the wall when Harry got close to him. His face was wet with tears but at that moment he could only feel terror. Even his throat was so hoarse and dead that he couldn't scream anymore. But his entire body was shaking like the thin leaves of a willow tree. The shuttered and shuttered like his body would never be able to be still again.

"Hey Louis I'm James"

Harry grinned and shook the lifeless arm in front of Louis's face. A drip of blood landed on Louis's cheek and Louis held his breath. He wanted to stop breathing. He didn't want to breathe in that bitter familiar scent mixed with the revolting smell of blood.

He didn't want to breathe, he wanted to die. He wanted to end it right here, he just wanted everything to stop.

"Oh Louis, I was a good boy and I didn't annoy Harry. So he was kind enough to calm me down with torture." Harry continued talking and Louis scraped his nails on the wall and closed his eyes with more pressure. The scratching noise didn't affect him even a little bit.