Compelled

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I sat up and turned to see Harry. He was sitting in a chair beside me. My brain flooded with memories. "Your angry aren't you" I said unsure of what was to come. He stood and paced the room without saying a word. "Look if graduation is my last death wish, then I don't want to go"

"What?" He stopped in his feet and faced me narrowing his eyebrows genuinely confused.

"Isn't that why you're doing this, letting me graduate, then killing me"

"That was never my first intention" he argued. He went to leave the room but turned around before he grabbed the handle. "Look if you don't want to go, fine, but I would suggest doing it so you could say goodbye to your friends" "Are you going to kill them as well"

"I might, after what happened yesterday, how dare you underestimate me, you could've gotten us both killed"

"You know what, maybe it wasn't to put me out my own misery but everyone else's!" Did I just say that out loud. I mentally slapped myself "Celia?" Harry sadly spoke sitting next to me on the bed.

"I'm fine"

"I can tell when your lying" He said pointing to my head. "Can you stop that...reading my mind or whatever"

"Only if you tell me"

"The world would be fine without me that's all"

"Why do you think that?"

"Use to get bullied, started believing what people said"

"What would they say" He seemed so focused in this conversation, like he actually cared.

"Tell me I was pointless, that nobody wanted me here, not even my own dad"

"Celia-"

"So maybe if your planning on killing me, you're really just doing everyone a favor."

Harry placed his hand on top of mine. "Whatever they said, they're wrong"

He bent in closer and closer. His eyes starred at my lips, he stopped himself and slowly kissed my forehead, he lingered for a while. Immediately he got up and left slamming the door.

His non-intentional mood swings were really confusing me.

I looked at a clock on a bedside table. 3pm. I slept in for that long? Oddly enough I felt fine after the accident. I walked down the steps to see Harry sitting on a couch. "I would like to go" I spoke quietly. "To graduation, if you would let me" He nodded and stood up. "Get ready, we leave at 5"

I was almost shocked, after our argument just now I thought he would keep me locked up forever. I ran up the stairs and looked around "my" room for "my" dress. I found it hanging in the closet. I walked into a bathroom which I'm guessing that Is also "mine" Makeup was all laid out on the counter It was like Christmas day, for a girl.

I flinched when Harry spoke, to find him in the doorway. "I have no clue about makeup so I asked the worker there if I could have one of everything, I know you like it.." Either that or I looked horrific right now. I was afraid to meet my self in the mirror but I looked up anyways. My hair was in a ratted mess, my eyes had huge bags under them. I gasped at myself and ran my hands over my face, expecting myself if I was real or not. I never looked THIS bad in my whole entire life, other than that really awful 1st grade picture when I was missing both of my teeth, and just so happened to sneeze , the images flashed in my head. I snapped out of thought and turned to see Harry chuckling quietly to himself. "What" I said placing my hand on my hip. "Nothing, just...reading your mind" I slapped his arm and pushed him out of the door, locking it shut. Was he always doing that?