Destiny hurts

Five

I can't sleep.

I lay in bed looking up at the ceiling listening to the analog clock tick and tock. In less than ten minutes I was going to be eighteen years old, an adult, a woman, a mermaid...

Okay, scratch that last one.

I'd be a horrible mermaid, I can't even swim.

As I hum a familiar tune, I begin to feel a rush of sickness engulf my body. All of a sudden, the room starts heating up. The room starts spinning and dizziness takes over my head. Suddenly, my eyes are rolling to the back of my head and is sealed close. My eyes are clamped shut before feeling familiar hands lift me from my bed. Although, my body was shutting down, I had one thought engraved in my head.

Seriously? I just happen to get kidnapped on the night I wear my Mickey Mouse pajamas?!

I manage to force my eyes open to see a tall blurry hooded figure slowly carrying me out my window on the first floor. He gently, professionally steals me from my own home. Chills shoot down my back as the cold air meets my hardly covered legs.

The last thing I see is his grey mysterious eyes glistening in the dim moonlight as darkness engulfs my vision.

♒️ ♒️ ♒️ ♒️

I feel restraints tightening around my wrists.

I slowly regain consciousness as I open my eyes only to be blinded by the brightness of the light that filled the vast room I was in.

"You're awake, good" a familiar voice says from behind me.

"Where am I?" I hear footsteps as the nameless hoodie,stalker,psycho figure walks towards the seat in front of me and takes a seat.

"You're safe" he says not meeting my eyes, pushing the sleeves of his hoodie to his elbow revealing the visible veins on his arms.

"Then why am I hands tied?" I ask struggling to untie myself and almost falling off my chair in the process.

"Are you thinking of escaping?" He raises his head slightly to reveal a smirk plastered on his face.

"Well, yeah.Any sane person who has just been kidnapped would try to escape!"

I'm getting really frustrated with this lunatic.

"Does that answer your question" I could sense the smugness in his tone of voice and it was kinda cute- nope, I'm going to bloody punch him when I get out of these ropes.

"Who are you?! Why have you been following me? How the heck did you save me from drowning and then just poof disappear!"

"The name's Potter, Harry Potter"

"Great, you're a lunatic with a sense of humor... I'm dead" I sighed and laid back in the wooden chair and looked down at my Mickey Mouse shorts that I had forgotten I was wearing.

"All your questions will be answered Erica, promise" his tone was serious and genuine at the same time. He raised his head and brought his hands up to his hoodie.
"But for now..." He pulled back his hoodie revealing his spiked up chestnut hair and his sharp features. I took a moment to examine...okay, admire his features before meeting his eyes. His smoke colored grey eyes were looking deep into my emerald green.  He smiled, causing butterflies to erupt in the pit of my stomach.

Stupid hormones.

"Hey"  he said still smiling me.

"Hey" I said not realizing that I was smiling back at him too.

"I'm Christian"