Found Me [Harry AU // COMPLETED]

Chapter Four

She sets her bicycle back to where it came from, leaving the white cat to rest up. She sighs and enters the house, curious as of why it's silent. Then she remembered.

Gemma is out, searching for her little brother Harry. Of course, why wouldn't she. She won't ever stop until she found him. She won't ever stop trying to finish this life mission she herself brought upon. Not when Aronica is still in sight.

The feeling of knowing that anytime soon, you will be kicked out is what Aronica fears. She begs every night, to at least receive a smile from her cruel sister. To at least have something what every younger siblings do. She waits every day, hoping to see that warm heart Gemma once had. She feels as if her sister would soon enough give in. It's hard. To know it took her more than two years to make her sister to show love.

Her hands trembled, trying to open the door of Gemma's room. She suddenly is curious of what Gemma owns. She wanted to see how much life and coziness there is in this room. She slept, cried, ate, and did everything in that lifeless room. Which made her now, wanting to see what is an actual bedroom that had colored sheets, beautiful curtains, clean cut study table, and pictures surrounding. She hoped to see painted walls instead of plain white ones. A bed that has puffy pillows instead of saggy ones. A huge wardrobe that holds brand new colorful clothes and dresses. She wants to at least see it. And more better, sleep and stay there.

Her mind was filled up with thoughts of negativity but she shakes it off and tries to fill it in with positivity. But it won't help.

What if Gemma is in there and shouts at me for trying to enter her room?

What if Gemma saw me coming in and kicks me out of the house?

What if she has my pictures hanging on the walls with darts and arrows shot on my face?

What if she beats me hard with that wooden long stick?

What if she thinks I stole something and that she would throw me at jail for the rest of my life?

Her thoughts wouldn't stop, they kept on entering, flowing in like waves. Her eyes just glancing everywhere, a thing that she does when she feels like something is going to happen. A habit that makes her faint, or even puts a huge pain in her heart. She went to a doctor once, but he said it was a minor panic attack. He said she should be listening to the sound of nature. Like wind, or ocean waves. But she lived in a city. She didn't have a phone to download those sounds. All she could do, is lay down on anywhere, imagine scenes of where Gemma would hug her, kiss her forehead and smile at her with so much love, she always dreamed about it, but in other days, she has these nightmares of her beaten to death.

Sweats start to drip down from her forehead, her hands gripping tightly on the stairs handle.

"Gemma loves me, she loves me. She loves me more than anyone else. She dreams of cuddling with me" she whispers to herself. Her heart beat calmed, as she wipes of the sweats and tears away. But the water can't stop flowing from her bloodshot eyes.

She stands up properly and walks over to her lifeless room, shutting the door lightly, before sitting down on her bed sobbing heavily with her voice cracking. Her breath starts to be shaky, her hair now fully open as her tie band had fallen off somewhere on the way.

Then she finally thinks of it.

Gemma doesn't love me.

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Harry Aidens. A guy who people expects to live peacefully. But actually horribly. Where they think he laughs, but actually groans. That they say he smiles, but always frown.