Still Not Safe

"I want another trophy for the wall."

New Zealand has had over 20,000 earthquakes this year. I guess you could say we're.....shook

Harry's P.O.V

I stumbled down the road, legs numb. My mind was racing at an unintelligible pace, causing my head to spin. Stomach churning, I doubled over as the images of what was left of Rose's bloodied body became too much. I could barely handle it, who knew what it would do to Bree. Where even was she?

Stars glittered in the night, taunting me from their safe perch in the sky. I wanted to scream. Every inch of my skin itched and I scratched until my left arm began to bleed, bubbling to the surface like a sick reminder that I was alive and well, while a young girl fought for her life.

A life that she wouldn't even want to live.

I fell to the ground, eyes fixated with the dark above me in a trance. I wondered if this was what Bree had felt like; empty and defeated. It felt as if the whole world was crashing around me and I was trapped in a circle of fire. The more I panicked, the smaller the circle became, and the higher the fire rose.

Rocks began to dig into my back, the pain forcing me to sit up. What the hell was I doing? I shook my head, willing my body to stand.

"Bree!" I yelled, hoping she'd hear me, wishing she'd reply. I had no idea where she would be, or how long she had been gone for. I'll find her, I reassured myself, I always find her. My head whipped around, searching for any sign of her. At that moment, I wanted to see anyone who could help, even if that put me in danger.

I knew she could handle herself. She didn't need me to save her, but that didn't stop me from worrying. Not that I was surprised, in a matter of seconds our safe haven had become hell. The walls that had comforted us over the weeks were now overbearing, surrounding us like a pack of wolves. I could almost feel its claws ripping me apart, tearing me down until there nothing was left but shredded ribbons of flesh.

I called for her again, tone desperate and raw. My mind conjured up every possible scenario, each worse than the last. What if someone had taken her? Hurt her? It would be all my fault. Why had I stood there for so long instead of going after her immediately? I was an idiot, as soon as I found her I would never stop apologising for the rest of my life. If only I had stopped, just for a moment, to listen to what she was saying. Maybe none of this would have happened. We could have lived in ignorance, believing this place was perfect. I wasn't sure which outcome was worse.

"Oh god, where are you..." I muttered to myself as I fell to my knees, pulling at the roots of my hair. I pulled so hard I thought the skin would pull away from my skull. The pain wouldn't have compared to how I was feeling without Bree. I had abandoned her when she needed me most.

"Well, well, well..." A male voice spoke, "What do we have here?"

Jeff.

I felt trapped, instantly realising why when I glanced around me. I was surrounded by men with weapons, some covered with dried blood. One of the men pressed a gun to the side of my head, I waited in anticipation for the trigger to be pulled as my breaths became ragged and uneven. This was it. I was about to die without seeing Bree or my unborn child.

I squeezed my eyes shut, their laughter ringing in my ears. Every sound slammed against my skull like bricks.

"You had everything here," Jeff said, his voice taunting. He was so close to me that I could feel his breath on my face. "Safety, food, a place to live. You had the perfect life."

"But you ruined it for yourself and all the people you care about." Another man chimed in, sounding like he was enjoying every moment of tormenting me. I recognised his voice as soon as I heard it. Marcus.