Psycho {H.S.}

Twenty-five

Harrys passed out on laughing gas, day dreaming in the mind of his younger self.

Ive never cried before. Unless you count the blood that leaked from my chest when I was eight years old and curious.

My parents threatened that they would throw me in a prison where I belonged. But they were wrong about two things, I didn't belong anywhere, and no steel bars could ever be compare to the confinement my own mind has me caught in when I wish for more that I would never have.

Pain.

Some people want to feel it, some people love the feeling it brings. But I've never been one of those people. Maybe it's because I never had the opportunity.

Wake up fool, you're dying.

It's the voice of my beloved sister. She says this to me every night I close my eyes, but I block it out in fear that one day I may want to live my life longer than just a sliver. It scares me that there is a possibility that someone in this world could make me want to continue my life. So I don't get close to anyone. If you know me, you have to accept the fact that I'm dying.

And it's not the fact that I'm dying and I know it. It's the fact that I've been dying my whole life and you didn't. My whole life has been one consistent downhill spiral and of course I would be cursed with inevitable death by fatal malfunctions.

It's in my blood. Literally.

And I accepted the fact that you didn't care when I was young. Nobody looks at a rose that grew up from the crack in the concrete and asks them why their pedals are torn, you know. I know. Anyone with two perfectly functioning eyes knows. I was damaged goods when I was in the womb. People were routing for me to fail my whole life.

I guess they won. I guess they did.

"It doesn't have to end this way." A sweet angelic voice softly sounds into my ear, and I'm able to decipher who it belongs to almost immediately.

"You can be loved. Because, I-" she says, but the rest fades off into nothing.

"You what?" I shout, desperate to hear those three words no one has ever directed towards me. My hope is running thin when she repeats herself, but it is again inaudible.

"Please! Tell me you love me!" I beg and the voice fades off further. Completely slipping away.

"Wake up, Harry. You're dying."

Wake up.

Wake up!

My eyes shoot open and I sit up as fast as I can. Shaking my head from the horrendous nightmare. But I'm instantly relieved to see the beautiful face I've become fond of.

"You're awake." She says with a relieved smile. She reaches out to touch my hand, and it's warm against my clammy one. Wait. It's warm.

Warm?

My eyes widen and I let out a a string of curse words, jumping away from her touch.

A/N:

So shirt, but it's meant to be this way! What did you think of this chapter?? Double update.

Shoutout to my homies at the voice! I'm going in a week! And I'm auditioning for a T.V. show tomorrow morning so don't expect me to be updating, sorry! I love you guys!