Fallen // h.s.

Twenty-Three

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When we got home it was still raining. I got out of the car in complete silence and entered by apartment without exchanging not even a look with Harry. I just breathed heavily as I heard his door slam shut. So the kiss meant nothing? The date meant nothing? Here I was practically falling for him and yet he still thought of me like some girl that I wasn't.

I changed into some of my pajama shorts and placed one of the couple of shirts I had stole from Tyler. It's funny how he wouldn't notice how three or so shirts that have been slowly disappearing form his closet this couple of years. What can I say? They were all big and comfy. I wasn't going to miss out of them.

I couldn't sleep, the events of tonight filling my head keeping me awake. I had so many question roaming through my head, yet again when weren't they? It was always something different.

Sometimes it would be Tyler's questioning actions or his attempts to hide something from me. Other times it would be Harry and his strange mood swings, mostly me trying to figure him out. Finally it would be the whole mystery about the fifteenth floor and all the people who conformed it. I had now concluded that my life was definitely not normal.

At least that's what if feels like.

I mean, before everything happened you could say my life was amazingly great. And when I say before everything happened, I mean before Tyler moved out, before my mom and dad got divorced, before my dad died.

Before all that, I considered my life practically perfect. I was still in high school; I had what you would normally call the perfect boyfriend, except later on I figured he wasn't. I would spend my days with my two best friends laughing about the stupidest things in life.

And now, here I was being threatened by someone I didn't know and for reasons I didn't know. Here I was lying on my bed wondering about everything that was happening right now. Harry was attacked tonight and I was scared they would do it again. Yet that wasn't what was keeping me most awake. One of the questions that concerned me the most was, why did they go after Harry? What had Harry done to deserve, like the guy said, something like this?

He didn't deserve it. Well maybe he deserved a couple of hits on his head so he would get his mind straight and stop acting so bipolar all the time, but he didn't deserve to be attacked the way he was tonight. Although Harry could be an ass sometimes, I knew sincerely that he was a good person. So why would they go after him?

So after tonight's events you could obviously picture me scared to death when I heard someone knocking at my door.

I stayed about 5 seconds sitting on my bed debating on whether I should open it or not. What if the person who was knocking was the same man from tonight? What if I got killed tonight? I had so much stuff to do before dying; yet again it could be my mother or even Michael, the apartment's doorman.