Broken Youth

Chapter 2

~ Chapter Two ~

••Harry••

Is this what it feels like- to have an obsession? The need to know what they're doing at every point in the day; what their routine is. What they keep on the pages of their diary, what they think, how they feel. What university they attend- what job they do. What method they use for revising, how much they write in a paragraph, who they ask for advice. What their favorite lesson is and what time in the day it is. Who they go and visit on a Saturday afternoon; where they go in their free time. How long do they run for; 15 minutes, half an hour, and hour? But I don't know why people call it an 'obsession', because it isn't, it's just the need to be with that person, but you can't be. You want to know what they do, without actually asking them. Help them in ways they could never understand, without having to explain. All to stop the pain- to prevent something happening that I already know will, I'm just trying to put it off as long as possible... I suppose.

I guess that's why I chose to go and visit her, well- her house, while she was at Mrs Vlack's. I knew she would be there because she always goes for walks on Saturday evenings (or maybe because I could tell what she was thinking) and often pops in to see the old lady next door. It's strange, before last Saturday it would only be Madison she would interact with in the evenings, knowing she would be busy with her paper round. But I took that away from her. I was selfish. I did what I wanted. I didn't think of the consequences, I ignored the angry voice of my father as I destroyed the little hope Megan had; in an instant. I became the monster I never wanted to become...

I don't know why I risked her seeing me, but I felt this need to see what she was up too. What essay she was working on now, how many more shoes she had bought, how much dust lay on the coats she never uses. It was like we were opposite ends of a magnet and being drawn together. The only flaw in that was, she had no idea I even existed. I know she never locks the door (a strange habit, but one I had got used to in the weeks the attraction grew), so it was easy to access her life. At first I thought it strange that she didn't seem to care about what happened to her possessions, but I later found out that she didn't. After what she called '2 years in darkness with no light in sight' (quoted from her diary entry 29), she decided that no matter what people told her, no material was precious- only the memories she treasured. I'm an idiot to think that I could possibly change her, but I want to help her, even though I know I can't.

I had inspected, I suppose, her office for an essay of some description. Something that looked as though a lot of effort had been put into it- even if it was only her notes. I only want the best. I smiled. Paper was floating about me and resting on the shelves, piles of books and the floor but I didn't care. At least she will know someone's been in. A red light was flashing in the back of my mind, reminding me what my father would say, but I had to ignore it. Tucking the precious paper into my pocket, I raced to the shoe rack. No more pairs than usual. Of course not, she wouldn't change her regular converse, flats or VANS for anything. But her walking boots were gone- on her feet in this wintery weather. Again I had left it in a mess; again I didn't care. Her fluffy winter coats were warm, still carrying her intoxicating scent. A mixture of perfume, bath soap and shampoo radiated of them like rays of sunshine. Although, the old leather jacket and massive puffa-coat were now engulfed in a thin layer of dust. My brow knotted, as I continued into the lounge.

My heart stopped as I noticed something. The thing I wasn't prepared for. I could feel the air in this room was different- drenched in confusion and anger. All that was lying on the coffee table was a newspaper. Little drawings and notes about the paranormal. Vampires.

I was in so much shock I didn't even hesitate- I glanced at what she had evidently studied about them and took it. I can look at that in more detail later- or completely ignore it- I don't know. But I left. I couldn't risk her finding out any more. My sixth sense kicked in and I could tell she was outside the front door. No way out expect from the open window in the kitchen or the front door. I chose the window, but I wasn't careful enough, she saw me- stood outside. My heart thumped as thunder crashed around me. I didn't even move- I couldn't. She was mesmerising. The hectic beauty about her was exhausting, I felt my breath quicken as I noticed how tight her jeans were. Her slim, but curvy figure laid before me. Perfection. As I thought of the things I could do to her body, I noticed how tight my jeans were getting; I needed to escape. So I waited for her reaction. She was emotionless, that is until she saw me. Her face drained of colour- as if someone had stolen her blood. Something I was all to used to. Then I escaped, as fast as I could...

Faster than a breathe of air, I was back at home in my room examining the papers I had borrowed from her, along with the newspaper I carefully placed under my bed. No-one can know about that. I examined the five pages from her essay on paranormal activity. A sharp intake of breath indicated my anxiety. How can this be? Undecided to whether it was a coincidence or the topic was chosen by herself I put it to one side and took out the diary that I had made sure was secure in my jacket. The outside was decorated in a flowery fabric with words and phrases scattered around the front. But written on the back was a passage from a book I knew all to well. Bloody Vacancy.

He was too precious to be let out into the wild. He was scarred; broken but no-one could fix him and no-one knew how. He wasn't easy to forgive and the things he did were unforgettable, but I think I love him. He has flaws so big even the people around him get insecure. His past is so dark, so dangerous I don't think you can see into it even with the brightest light. He was too plain in person but far too complicated in character. His eyes were too green but his clothes were too black. There wasn't an in between for him. It still surprises me that he chose me- an obsession so strong he did what he never wanted to do; fall in love... With me.

I dropped the book in shock as my heart stopped again. This wasn't there the last time I looked. She has put this here since Madison's death. She put this here by choice- but she obviously doesn't believe they exist. She stated that in the essay several times. Why is it there then? That book was written a long, long time ago. Exactly 200 years ago to be precise. But it isn't some paranormal love story- it's a prophecy.

A prophecy about me.

{Authors Note}

Dedication: Someone who doesn't have Wattpad.. My best friend Georgia, who has been incredibly supportive of my work and always critiquing me when I've needed it. She has edited this chapter for me so I hope the grammar is good...

Note: Sooooo... Another character has been introduced to you all! Harry. You may (or may not) haw figured out what he is, but that is for you to do! No where in this book am I going to announce what he is- you can do that yourself! So the book will only ever be in these two points of view, but you may get to see what other people are thinking... (you'll know what I mean when the time comes!) Harry is my favourite male character, only due to the amount of thinking he does when it comes to Megan, because Megan doesn't think at all- she only asks questions- questions she knows the answers too...

And finally, a massive thank you for your support guys- you are ridiculously amazing... I. Love. You. Keep up with the votes and comments- I love reading them. That's how I choose my dedications!!

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