Tess' Point of View:
Screams burst from Harry's mouth, and I jump up from my sleep and turn to face him on the bed. "Harry, Harry," Worry possess me, and I shake his sleeping, shaking body. Beads of sweat drip from his forehead, and his eyebrows crease in a stressful manner.
"T-Tess," Harry cries out, his eyes opening in wideness. I've never seen him like this; vulnerable and scared.
"It's okay, Harry. It's going to be okay, I promise," I assure him, moving pieces of his messy curls aside, and sliding my fingers through his hair to comfort him.
"N-No, Tessa, listen to me. He's going to take over. H-He's getting closer and closer," Harry says; out of breath and distress.
"What? No. He's not going to take over your body, Harry."
For some odd reason, I'm worried for Harry. I'm worried that he's going to get hurt, or worse, killed. Is this all part of schizophrenia?
"Do you think I'm crazy?" His raspy voice interrupts my thoughts. "Are you schizophrenic?" I ask softly and nervously.
"No. I have MPD," Harry says. Oh. Multiple Personality Disorder. Is that even worse than schizophrenia?
"So, Edward is all part of your mind?"
"Yes. Since I was seven years old. I thought he would go away, but he wouldn't. He's taking over me, Tessa. He's getting closer and closer," Harry says, and I inch farther away from him, removing my hand from his hair.
"Are you scared?" Harry questions, looking very upset that I moved away from him.
"Yes," I answer honestly, tearing my eyes away from his for a moment; not wanting to continue to keep eye contact with him for too long.
He stays silent.
"When he takes over, what is going to happen to you, Harry?" Worry echoes my voice, and it makes me want to slap myself for caring about him.
"He will take over my actions, my words, my thoughts," Harry sighs, anger etching his tone, along with fear.
I shake my head, as tears flood from my eyes. Stop crying, Tessa. Stop.
"He can take everything," Harry starts, and then takes a deep breath before continuing. "But there is one thing he can't take. My heart. He can try, but even if I had one, he would fail, because it belongs to you."
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serial killer / hs
FanfictionI cannot escape I cannot hide I lock my thoughts and fears inside. I look again, and now I see The evil eyes approaching me. My legs are ripped; my arms are torn My conscience weak; my soul is worn I think aloud, "Why must this be...
