I wake up refreshed at 4:00 in the morning. I figure I'd do the dishes. I sneak down stairs and quickly make it to the kitchen.
As I cleaning a cup falls on the floor with a loud bang.
I hear feet coming towards to kitchen. Then I see the figure of Harry.
"What the hell?! I'm trying to f*c*ing sleep!"
"I'm sorry I just trying to clean to dishes to thank-"
"I don't give a damn. You don't need to do that at this time of night!"
"Its morning." I mumble softly looking down.
"What? What did you say?"
"I said its morning! Four o'clock in the morning!" I say trying to sound confident but failing with my cracking voice. Then I run to my room and lock the door. I was scared and now tired so I went back to sleep.
Fire. Fire everywhere. Flames. A women. A fireplace. A house. Who is that woman?
Now its different. Who is that? A man is trying to kill that little girl! Who is that little girl.
A doctors office. Creepy doctor. Scary people. Too many needles!! who is she!!???
Its.... me.
I jolt up to someone by my side and my face sweating.
I lay my head back down calming myself now. My breathing was unsteady and tears streaming down my cheeks. I look to my left. Its Harry?
"I'm sorry for waking you again." I whimper out.
"Again? I didn't go back to bed. Look I'm sorry for yelling. I haven't been in a good mood, then you wake me up and I don't know I took it out on you. Im sorry."
"Its s'okay. Was I screaming?"
"What?"
"Was I screaming in my sleep."
"Oh, yeah. I heard from my room. Its right next to yours. Nightmare?" He asks as he looks around my room.
"Yeah. I get the a lot. By the way the only reason I went downstairs was to clean the dishes because I wanted to repay you guys. I feel bad intruding in you guys."
"That makes me feel worse..." He chuckled nervously.
"Sorry. Hey can I have a shower?"
"Of course! Down the hall on your right the towels are in the cupboard. Once again sorry." With that he left the room.
"I look through my closet and find jeans ripped a little at the top and red v neck. The pants are a bit big... I'll role them.
~skipping shower~
I get dressed and brush my hair with the gel handled brush the had given me. I head back to my room and look through stuff. I find a wallet full of moneyl
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Adopted, Confused, Scared. ( One direction)
Teen FictionI was talking to my therapist. Explaining my story to her. All of my hardships and mountains I faced. She seemed amazed. Maybe you will too.