Psycho {H.S.}

Sixteen

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Louis and I just stare at each other and laugh nervously. I look down in sadness and confusion. He needs to avenge this Ben guy. For what reason? Is he just on a random killing spree? Sometimes the criminally insane do that.

"Please tell me about Harry. I specialize in this stuff, I need to understand. Please." I plead with Louis. He looks at me conflicted and lets out a sigh.

"Louis please!" I say in desperation. He looks up into my eyes and coughs awkwardly.

"Fine, sh*t. But you asked." He says and I perk up, scooting closer to him. I wouldn't dare miss a single bit of this story.

"Harry, I knew him from school. We were best mates when we were about eight. That is when he started going a little... Mad. He wasn't mad at his parents. He was mad at the world. He wondered why he couldn't be like anyone else, why he had a disorder and nobody else did." Louis says and sighs. The story is already turning pretty sad.

"Disorder?" I pipe in and Louis looks at me confused.

"Ah, he hasn't told you. I don't want to be the one to say it, but I don't want you to be in the dark. Harry... He has congenital analgesia. It's a medical problem that makes him not able to feel any physical pain."

"Can he feel his emotions?" I ask and he chuckles slightly.

"Maybe a little too much."

"I seriously doubt that." I shuffle nervously in my position and look to the door. I want to run to Harry and hug him. Tell him I'm sorry for all his struggles.

"If you knew him like I knew him, you wouldn't be saying that." He says sadly and my mood drops dramatically.

"He wants to kill me. How am I supposed to sympathize with that?" I ask in absolute curiosity. I may be different, but I'm not superwoman. I don't know how to deal with all of this and my brain feels fried.

"Chris, all his life..." Louis gets a little choked up before continuing. "I've watched him wish so hard to be loved by someone. I've watched so many people crush him down and tell him there was something wrong with him. But it's not the love I can give him. And maybe he will never find love, I don't know, but if he ever seems all rough on the outside, know that he is most likely hurting inside."

I decide to stop asking questions at this point. I now understand why Harry is the way he is. He was treated awfully growing up for something he had no control over. If I were in his position, I would be doing the same thing. Besides the killing people part.

"I should go to him." I say, my non logical piece of brain forces me to say.

"I understand. You can sleep over in my room another night." He stands from the bed and reaches a hand out to me, which I grab happily. He helps me up and walks me to Harrys room. The door is closed and Louis looks at me, pulling me in for a hug one last time before wishing me luck and walking back to his room.

All that is running through my mind is a small Harry wishing for freedom and peace. It's breaking my heart. I can't take it anymore. I push the door open and walk in.

The first thing I see is Harry without a shirt and he scrambles to grab something to cover his chest, but it's too late. I saw it all.

My jaw drops and I feel my throat constrict. My eyes start to well up with tears but I hold them back from falling.

"Leave! You saw nothing! F*cking leave before I kill you!" He shout angrily. But I can tell he is all bark and no bite.

I do what's probably the most risky thing I've ever done in my entire life and walk straight to Harry.

He flinches back and clutches the shirt even tighter and his hands become white. His breathing picks up and his eyes are wild with... fear?

I stop a couple inches in front of him and I feel his hot breath hit my face with every exhale.

I reach my hand up slightly, and place it over one of his and I keep my eyes locked with his. It's like I'm seeing his whole life flash before his eyes. This fear is so intense. I have never seen anything like it.

He hand lets go of the shirt and I grab his other hand and the shirt falls to the floor. That's when I get a better look at him. He has a giant moth tattooed on his stomach and a couple of other tattoos littering his collar bones.

But that's not what I'm interested in. There are multiple scars littered around his whole chest saying things like 'crazy' 'insane' and much more horrible things.

And the words, the words are so familiar. It's because nearly all of these awful words have been directed at me too. And I feel a sudden connection pull me so close to Harry. My heart beats so fast I feel as if I may have a heart attack at any given second.

I reach a hand up to touch one of the scars and Harry flinches back. I look up into his eyes and he is searching my face for any emotions. Maybe he is afraid that I will say these things to him. And I feel bad because I have said some of these things to him. And my whole self just feels so guilty. Then I realize that I am no longer staring into the eyes of the murderer/kidnapper who took me away from my peaceful life. I'm staring into the eyes of a nine year old little boy who is afraid of being called 'crazy' again.

"I- I am so sorry this happened to you." Is all I can manage to say and Harrys jaw drops. It literally drops straight open in shock. Like no one in the world has ever apologized for there wrong doing to this man. My heart clenches and I feel the tears spill over.

"Please. Leave my room." He chokes out and I know he may burst into tears.

As I'm about to leave, something tells me that I shouldn't. Everybody else that Harry loved left him. He had no one, besides the occasional friend he stays with here and there, there is nobody.

So I turn back around.

"No, I'm not leaving you. I won't. I-" I can't believe I'm actually saying this.

"I am going to help you kill Ben. I don't know what he did to you, but I see that you would not kill him for no reason. I'm going to help you." I say and Harrys eyes widen in complete shock.

A/N:

These last chapters were pretty sad and pretty deep but I promise you they will perk up from here. I just had to give you guys background information.