The Day After Tomorrow (Still on Hiatus)

Day Two

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When I woke up Harry, we decided to go south, since we had come north before, but I stopped looking at the aloe plants. 

"What are you doing?" Harry asked, but I held up my finger to silence, as I sawed through the plants - bringing them to him. "Here, put these in my backpack." I said, and he frowned at them. 

"Your cut has to be daily treated. Do you want to die from infection?" I asked with a hiss, huffing when Harry smiled. I admit, I care about his death, but that doesn't mean I won't kill him if I needed to. 

"Do you care about me, Kyla?" Harry asked teasingly, as he grabbed them - putting them in my backpack, and I gave another huff. I didn't want to admit it, because he was cocky, rude, and very sexy. 

I didn't mean that last word (yes, I did).

"No, I just don't want to have the guilt of knowing that I could have helped you." I lied, averting my eyes to my nails. They were pretty disgusting, seeming as I hadn't had a real shower in five or so years, and I knew I probably smelled worse than an ogre. I sighed, and look at Harry, who was still staring at me. 

But when our eyes met, he didn't look away. It reminded me of the dream I had last night. 

I was screaming. I don't know why, but it sounded muffled - like I drowning in the dark sea. I tried to open my eyes, but I saw nothing, and my eyes burned. 

Where am I? I didn't know, but I thrashed for escape, beginning to lose air; I was scared. I couldn't die - not yet. I needed to live. I have promises, I can not die. Before I know it, arms are pulling my, now limp, body out the water. 

All I felt were lips on mine, and ripples of goosebumps on my skin as strong arms pressed down on my chest. "Don't leave me, Kyla.." they whispered, and I couldn't hear the voice clearly, I couldn't hear who was saying it. 

"Don't leave me," they whispered, pressing their lips to mine again, and breathing air into my lungs. "I love you," he muttered. 

And, suddenly, I opened my eyes. 

I blinked slowly as I realized that I have zoned out a bit, and also realized that Harry was still staring at me. 

Talk about creepy. 

"You're staring," I said, though it sounded more like a question. Because, if I was him, I would look away in horror. I mean, I wasn't really the prettiest women to ever roam this earth at the moment. I hope we past a river or stream, and soon. Because I just needed to make myself somewhat decent. 

"You know," Harry began, a sad smile on his lips. "I don't understand why you are so reluctant to trust me." He said, and I rolled my eyes. Again with the trust topic. 

"Harry, have you even began to comprehend that this isn't 2008 anymore? There are more concerning problems than fucking heartbreak, and fitting in. Now, we have to worry about death, and hunger. I don't trust you, because trust is fucking earned, not fucking given." I snapped at him, and Harry looked at me with hurt in his eyes. 

I hurt him. Good, maybe he needed it. 

"Well, if you don't trust someone, you're going to die out here, Kyla." Harry nearly shouted. I looked away, and closed my eyes. I knew he was right, but I don't want to trust him. If I trust him, I'll only be setting myself up for disappointment.