Love In Death (1D AU)

Chapter Five - Helena & Harry

Helena lay on the grass hill as her short, black hair lays out in a halo around her. She had just come back from the library and was on her way home when she decided she needed a bit of a break.

Helena lay on the hill, free from the nagging and pressures of her mother. Helena quickly got up when she realised that the last episode of The Adventures Of
Superman was on the Television tonight.

She swiftly grabbed her bag from the ground next to her and grabbed her diary out.

2 April 1953

Yep. Today is the last day of her favorite TV show ever. Well, it doesn't really count when its the only show Helena is allowed to watch.

"Your a 17 year old girl, go outside and play with your friends or something." Her Mum would always say. Ok 1, 17 year olds don't play and 2, I don't have any friends., she would always reply. Helena grabbed her bag and ran the rest of the way home before she missed it. On the way, Helena smoothed her dress down and attempted to fix her hair but it didn't work. She ran around the last corner and into her street. Helena's bag fell to the ground as she ran into someone.

Helena got up from the ground and rushed to grab her bag. She looked over at the man she knocked over. "I'm so sorry, I was just rushing." She said. Helena reached down to help the man up from his spot on the ground.

"Thankyou miss, you are truly kind." Helena wanted to tell him that if she was truly kind she wouldn't have run into him in the first place but instead she just whispered a thankyou and turned around to walk the rest of the way.

Just as she was thinking about running again to catch The Adventures Of Superman a hand rested on her shoulder and Helena turned around quickly. The man stood there with kind eyes. He looked middle-aged if not younger.

"Whats your name, honey?" He asked and being the stupid person she was, she told him.

"Helena, sir."

"What a nice name?" He brings his hand up to her cheek and starts to stroke it. Helena stood and stared in fear. She was frozen and could not move.

Suddenly, something hard hit her on the head and everything was black.

*

Helena woke up to fine herself staring up at the starry sky. Without moving her body, she looked around and she was in a forest.

Oh.

Helena tried to move her legs but everything hurt. She looked down and gasped at the site. The top of her red dress was ripped open until her waist, her stockings were missing and so were her shoes.

Helena looked up and saw a man standing by a tree. Its the man from earlier. She stared at him until he came closer to her, leaning over her. "If you try to leave-" he whispered in her ear. The man grabbed something from his back pocket.

A knife.

He dragged it across Helena's stomach like a pen and red ink leaked from it. Only this time the ink is her blood. The man had ripped what was left of her dress on her stomach. She screamed at the top of her lungs with pain and he smirked.

"I'll do that!" He got up and walked to a nearby tree. It was close enough that he could see her but so far away he couldn't hear her.

Helena put one hand on her wound and blood seeped through her hand, dying her fingers red. Helena rolled onto her stomach and onto all fours, still clutching her wound. Eventually she stood up but was slightly bending over from pain.

Helena stumbled the first few steps, ignoring the pain. The world was spinning and she couldn't see straight. She tried to blink them away but that only made it worse. Helena had started walking and blood was still pouring out of the rip in her dress.