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Light. White light. Bright white light.

It is blinding me as I open my eyes with difficulty. Everything around me is blur and dazzling. I blink to make my vision become clearer and that's when I realize where I am. I am lying down in a bed of an unknown bedroom. The sunshine is coming through the window and is gently warming up my face.

Wait, I'm in a bedroom.

I suddenly straighten up in bed when realization hits me. I am no longer in a dark cellar but in a floodlit bedroom and the mattress on the ground I used to lie down on became a very comfy double bed. But my abrupt gesture to sit up wasn't a good idea. God, my head. I place the warm palm of my hand on my forehead to stop my head from spinning. But when my arm comes across my eyes, I notice a white band around my wrist. What is that...?

"No, don't do that! You should rest." a familiar voice says and I jump with surprise. I wasn't expecting that; I thought I was alone. I turn my head to the direction of the voice and I can see the blur silhouette of a man sat in a chair. I squint and try to recognise who is there with me, but when I finally am able to see, I gasp in surprise.

It's him again. It's that Harry boy.

As soon as I recall his face, I recall everything of what happened. I was alone in the bathroom and I have tried to put an end to the suffering he made me go through. But apparently, even suicide isn't enough to run away from him.

He gets up from his chair and comes closer to sit on the bed next to me. I go backwards in the bed as I start to panic.

Stay away!

"Why did you do that, Grace? Why did you try to kill yourself?" he asks me with a sad and worried, yet gentle voice.

Isn't it a little obvious?

I want to scream at him I did that because he made my life living hell. I want to tell him how desperate and miserable I was. I want to scream at him for all the suffering he made me go through. But I stay silent because I refuse, most of all, to talk to him.

"You don't know how horrified I was when I saw you there, lying on the bathroom floor, naked and covered with blood. I-I thought you were dead." he confesses in a whisper and he sounds to be deeply affected.

I wish I was.

"Fortunately, you were still breathing. So I rinsed you and brought you here to treat your wounds." he explains. Here? But where are we exactly? Once again, I want to ask him but my wish not to talk to him is even stronger. I look all around me and try to find any clue that would tell me where I am. There's a guitar in a corner of the room and an opened closet with black t-shirts and black skinny jeans, just like the ones Harry usually wear. My mouth fells open when I understand. Did he...? Am I in his bedroom?

"But I swear to God, Grace, if you had died, I wouldn't have survived either." he says with rage. I widen my eyes and a good idea suddenly appears in my mind. That's when I decide I will no longer remain silent.

"Really?" I ask.

"Of course, just the fact of thinking about it makes me sick. I couldn't bear losing you." he says with so much pain in his voice. I smile inside.

"Great. So here what we are going to do. You will let me go. Definitely. And you won't ever try to approach me. But if you refuse, I swear I will do it again. Is that clear?" I spit out at him. But I can immediately notice how pale he turns to my words.

"N-No. I-I can't do that. Grace, you are mine. You can't go away because I love you and you love me, right?" he asks and for the first time I feel pity for him. How can he even thinks I love him? I hate him. So much. He really has some trouble disorder and that makes my heart break because, in a way, it's not totally his fault. He is broken by the simple fact of losing me whereas he, on the other hand, could die and I wouldn't even flinch. That is so tragic and I really feel sorry for him as a human being but I have to be firm with him because I do not tolerate what he has done to me.