I grabbed the items from the floor, looking at the labels. I opened the shampoo tab, lifting it up to my nose, to smell it, mm...lime and coconut. I stood up from the white and gold mat, then I stared next to me, seeing a large mirror. I gasped at the appearance in front of me, wow, I look pretty damn horrible.
My hair looked greasy, mixed with dirt. My face was splotchy, with a cut on my bottom lip, and dirt crusting on my face. My clothing, which is the orange suits you wear in jail, became a very ugly orange, no longer bright, just dirt splattered on it. Ha, I'm ready for my date.
I kept on looking at myself longer, then I felt tears rolling down my swollen cheeks. I ducked down, closing my eyes. I don't even know what's going on, am I going crazy?
I got up, swiping away some of my tears, then I walked towards the beautifully clear, walk-in shower. I began to take off the dirty orange clothing, leaving me with my plain undergarments, which my mom gave me, so now you may think, why did my mom give me much more mature sized undergarments when I was little? Well, I asked the same thing, but now I know.
I took them off, leaving me bare, then I grabbed all the things that Harry threw me, and I put them on the shower caddy.
I turned on the shower, feeling the perfect temperature, not too hot, and not too cold. I felt my muscles relaxing under the water, it feels so nice that I'm finally taking a decent shower then having to always find water from a pond and such, to have a bath.
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I swiftly got out of the shower, grabbing my towel. I slowly dried myself, feeling more refresh than ever. I wrapped the towel around me, then I look around, shit, I need clothing. I opened the door slowly, "Harry!" I yelled loudly, but silence. I huffed out in frustration, I walked out of the bathroom, tightly squeezing the towel around me.
I walked down this hallway, with many doors besides me, I wonder what are behind those doors, as he lives alone I reckon, then all of a sudden, all the lights turned off. I moaned in annoyance, did the power really had to shut down right now? I bit the inside of my cheek, where's Harry?
A hand covered my mouth, goosebumps suddenly rose on my skin. What the? I elbowed the person behind me, hearing him groan, then I punch him in the face, hearing a crack.
"You bitch!" I heard, wait Harry? Terror filled me, oh God no. I felt him wrap his large hands around my neck, adding as much pressure as he can. I felt my airways closing, and myself getting dizzier and dizzier, I struggled to claw away his hands, but he lifts me up the wall, leaving me dangling. "Such a shame, a pretty girl like you has to die at such a young age..." he chuckled hysterically, his green eyes converting to blood red. I tried to kick him, but he doesn't budge to loosen his hands.
"H-Harry, don't be s-such an asshole eh," I gagged out. I felt my eyes bulging, he shut down the power just to kill me, fantastic.
He doesn't respond, but still is choking me, I am not going to die right now, and I am not going to die soon too.
I swung my hand towards his shoulder, pressure pointing at this one certain spot. He groaned out in pain, but this bastard still keeps on choking me. I began to see black dots, even though it's pitch black right now, but even the black dots in my eyes are darker. "Gah-" I gurgled. I feel my towel around my body, fall to the ground, leaving me bare.
I felt myself getting lighter, how can this person possibly be so strong? He slowly loosened his grip on me, I bet he thinks I passed out? Then I'll let him have that satisfaction that I just passed out, I fall to the ground, wanting to breathe, but not yet.
I opened my eyes, and I see a bit of a glare from his belt, he's walking away. I breathed out, trying so hard not to cough. But another thing caught my attention, my gun.
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Don't Be Afraid of the Dark [H.S]
FanfictionNine years ago, I encountered my mom screaming, then being ruthlessly murdered by Laura Bourgoyne, the lady who now wants to kill my father and me. I hid under a table, then a short, emerald eyed boy, with a bowl cut approaches me, that's when every...