~ The Vibrant Dream Part 2 ~
There he was. He was standing there, staring at me. I felt uncomfortable in his presence.
He started walking towards me.
My instinct was to run but I already knew that wouldn’t get me anywhere.
I wanted to hide but that wouldn’t do anything either.
He was coming closer to me.
But he wasn’t who I automatically assumed.
“Harry?” I asked as his face soon came clear into focus.
“Phoeb?” He asked.
For once I was more than glad to hear that annoying nickname he permanently had given me.
I ran to him.
I jumped and hugged him.
His arms were warm and soft. He was so gentle with me.
Then something came between us.
It kept growing and growing longer and longer.
It was my pregnant belly.
It kept pushing Harry away from me.
But then my belly was normal again.
I saw a baby. My baby. It was trying to speak to me.
“Mama, where’s dada?” It would ask.
“Where’s dada?” Kept flying through my brain.
Harry was so far away and my child was asking who the father was.
“Mama, where’s dada?” The question got louder.
I was running.
I was gasping for air. Why couldn’t I breathe? The voices kept getting louder and closer.
All of a sudden, peace filled my senses.
“Phoebe?” Harry asked. I could hear him even though he was so far from me.
“Phoebe?!” Niall yelled in search for me. Why was Niall here?
“Phoeb, sweety? Come out, come out, wherever you are!” Louis called.
“Phoebe? Where are you?” I heard Zayn and Liam shout for me.
I wanted to sprint over to them and tell them I was there and I was alright but I couldn’t move.
Air was getting thinner.
A large arm came around my neck.
The grip tightened.
“Leave.” Harry appeared. He was behind me.
“Harry stop, you’re choking me.” I told him.
He wouldn’t let go.
Air wasn’t coming through my lungs.
“Let me go Harry. Please let me go.” He wouldn’t budge still.
“Leave Phoebe!” He shouted at me.
Louis, Zayn, Liam and Niall came up in
front of me.
“Harry’s choking me.” I gasped trying to breathe again.
“You little whore, leave!” They all yelled at me.
They kept passing around hatred for me.
Hateful comments surrounded me.
I couldn’t breathe and I could barely move.
“You are nothing! Your baby’s nothing! Your mother’s nothing! Leave!!” They each screamed.
Familiar salty tears slid down my face.
The screaming continued.
I faded from life.
