The rustle of the bushes at midnight awakes my drowsy state.
The 4 days has been long I don't count the days but Zoia is something.
I go through the same route, the same adrenaline in my stomach when I approach the glass doors out into the garden leaping down the steps, sprinting to the spot.
The rose bushes.
There she stands, as nothing of a few days ago she was dying. I reach to tap her shoulder to pause her from chopping the coral roses.
But she cuts me to it.
"Eh it's the curly haired boy again." I gulp nervously as I sit down cross legged.
"You are alive."
She turns to me sharply.
"Yeh why wouldn't I be." I look at dark grass making circles with my finger.
"Because...you-you tried to..." I didn't have to end the sentence for her to understand.
"Do ya all in Liberum Carcerem have those diseases."
"What diseases?"
"You know in your head."
"No."
"Oh."
She sit on the grass next to me.
"Well we do we have all sorts of sickness it isn't just physical mate, we have them all. Sometimes when you are done, you can't have an option but to surrender to the demons."
"Who are the demons."
"Yourself."
Somehow that didn't make sense but intrigued me more.
"Does everyone have demons there." She smiles like she knows something I don't.
"Yea..Some sleep, some are more hungry and some longer swirling, growing in size by the hour."
"Is it scary knowing you have demons."
"Nah it's scary knowing you can give into them any minute."
"So you have to be strong."
"It's never about if ya can pick weights but if ya can have control."
"But if the demons are yourself..." I pick the dark coral flower from the basket.
"How do you stop them?"
"You don't that's why they die Harry. They can't keep control of the demons."
She plucks a petal after a petal.
"The place I live mate it's...Its scary but ya live alive. If everything was safe you wouldn't have any thrill. It would be a story, a picture, a book." She looks so mesmerised and so deep with words, I don't interrupt to ask what she means.
"Do you like roses?"
She smiles a ghost smile.
"Nah I hate 'em"
The midnight slivers her hair and skin.
"Where do you live Zoia?"
She doesn't answer, a panic etched on her face.
"Where is this place with demons alive with stories where you feel alive."
"Harry ya don't want to know it's not a fairytale land mate."
"Where?"
"Harry..."
"Please."
She starts climbing the tall grass hedge ready to jump to other side or wherever she is going but she turns around.
"It's called Neverland."
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Fanfiction"What is love Zoia?" "A grave mental disease ." ''' Harry was a boy who dreamed of her Never land Zoia was a girl who dreamed of his reality And when they met it set of the most powerful of fireworks. Because when you believe the whole world will...
