Denying Dreams

18.

Harry had held both my hands in his and told me to keep my eyes closed. Me being me, I opened them and when I did, the room was fading. It was becoming white everywhere until me and Harry stood in a room of nothing. The walls, ceiling, and ground was white and he still held my hands and we walked forward. We kept walking until the room faded into another, one that was unrecognizable to me.

"Open your eyes now", Harry told me and I just looked around more.

It looked like we were in someone's house, as we both stood in the middle of what looked like a living room. He let go of my hands and went trashing the place.

" Harry stop what are you doing!?"

"She doesn't deserve any of this!", he took the remote control off the table and threw it at the t.v, causing it to crack.

Next he went into what I'm guessing was the kitchen and came back with a knife in his hands. He went straight to couch and stabbed it furiously, making feathers and cotton fly everywhere.

" Harry cut it out. Calm down!". I tried to grab his arm but he pushed me off, then I heard a voice from upstairs. A woman came down with a bat in her hands and was in a robe.

"Who's in my house!?", she shouted from the stairs.

She came down halfway and was stopped by some kind of force. I looked at Harry and his gaze was on her, the knife still in his hand and his body stiff.

" Hello mother.", he said firmly and brought her body closer to us, making her drop the bat as her neck extended and she looked like she struggled for air.

"Anne?", I was so confused but it made sense at the same time.

" We should take care of her"

"It's been a while hasn't it?", he asked her sarcastically and moved away from me.

"You know, since I'm dead and all."

"You- you're not my son.", she breathlessly stated and Harry just laughed.

" Oh sweetheart, I am. I'm standing right in front of you. And I know that you think this is something so blasphemous but it's reality baby, I'm here and after so long, I finally realized how big of a fucking cunt you are."

"Harry stop."

"No Louis. You were right, and she's a poor excuse of a human being. You said you hated her and I do too, so why not get rid of the problem?", his raised hand moved and she cried out in pain.

" No, this is wrong Harry you can't do this. If she's a bad person or not, you can't hurt her."

"I won't be hurting her,"

The knife in his hand raised and I knew that there was no going back for him at this point.

"She'll be dead before she feels anything."

He slit her throat and realized his invisible grasp on her and she fell to the floor with a pool of blood slowly forming around her.

"This isn't you Harry.", I put my hand on his shoulder and he turned around with the knife still out and it cut my arm.

He turned to face me with no look of sorrow or remorse. No look of hurt or worry.

Nothing.

This is that darkness that the light told me about. I never saw it until now. My sweet, beautiful Harry just killed his mother willingly and now he's probably coming after me.

" Harry stop just, just put the knife down-"

"No!", his voice boomed the room and shook the floor.