Harry awoke to heavy white bright lights beaming into his eyelids. Soft groans escaped his lips by the pain the lights gave him. He batted his eyelids, once, twice, more than three times to be exact, he wasn't used to the lighting yet. His mind laid questioned as to what was going on. Carefully, he tried to sit up. It didn't work. Several more times he tried, but nothing work. By now he was in panic mode. Shivers ran around his whole body, as his heart started to race just like a car. Nothing seemed to approach his train of ideas, and now, he tried to sit up, stand up, or do any physical movement, but the only physical movement occuring was the work our of his heart, and the sudden vigorous stirring of his whole body swimming like the sea, back and forth. The only thing you could hear if you were outside of the room, listening closely, was the monitor of his heart beeping intensely, and the silent cries of his.
Tears were welling up in his eyes currently. He knew something was wrong with his body, and the thought of him being paralyzed waist down, freaked him out even more. Especially since he couldn't look downward to see his legs, he could only look upward onto the blazing light. His voice was his only solution. Ready to call out, he only managed to yell help in a soft mouse whisper. There was a big strain in his throat, huge in fact, this only made him question the days or hours he had been asleep. Either way, he cleared his throat for a couple of seconds, pushing the question aside at the moment, and focusing on getting help. In an agile movement, he hollered at the glistening lights of above.
"Help! Please! Someone come bloody help me! Help!" The breath on his lungs were shortening, but that did not stop him. He continued and continued until his savior came. He heard the squeaky screeches of the door opening. Harry could not help but beam in happiness. "Finally, I am free," he thought. At one look at the person, those little green eyes grew in bewilderness.
"Hello Harry, let me just help you with this." A skinny finger traced the outline of Harry's lips. Blood smeared onto it, before the whole hand covered his mouth. The monitor started beeping faster and faster. Harry was going insane, he wanted to scream but he couldn't. His eye could not look away from what was happening. The eyes of the person he thought he knew laid blood shot, that dark hair, covered in mud and trash. The face and body, all covered in blood. Harry laid scared, exclusively, because when that mouth of the person turned into a smirk, he knew that was only bad news. "Missed me that much Harry?" Zayn smiled, teeth plastered in more red liquid. Harry's pupil grew one more time, before the knife came severing down at him.
Harry suddenly awoke heavly with sweat covering his entire body. He glanced down at his arms and legs. He was able to move his legs now, but shards of glass clubbed down deeply into his flesh, with red gore splattered on his face and entire body as well. He tried pulling one of the remnants of glass out of his skin, but the pain was too much, and biting his teeth deeper into his lip to try to take the pain, just caused him even more agony. He sighed as he leaned against the head of the passanger seat. His eyes roamed left and right inspecting the scene. The window next to him was shattered to the point where nothing remained, the window in front of him, had half of the window missing and broken. This only meant he had a car accident. Relevation transitioned into his brain and scenes from him thinking of Isabelle dying, to him crashing, were relived in his memory bank. Harry shuddered in fear, not wanting to experience it again.
Time seemed to pass by and the night sky was still here. Harry kept his stare right ahead of him. Clearly he looked lost in his own little world. Even though he hated that he was in such a physical ache, he was very content that he's nightmare was only a part of his memory. However, he began to think why out of all people he saw Zayn. If anyone it should of been Isabelle, she always haunted his mind. Zayn, was barely even in his imagination or life now, he usually never talked to Zayn.
As the wind hollered through out the atmosphere, this was the last of his priorities now. His surroundings were of a deserted place. Few cacti stood in the area, and yelps of coyotes could be here. The stars were the only sign of light, including the bright yellow new moon. Harry sighed, before he grabbed his phone. It was mashed, but it managed to turn on. Sadly, no bars reached his phone and his only chance of survival were to travel by foot to find a nearby station or city. He hopped off the car, and slowly made himself walk through the cold, lonely atmosphere. He shivered in the cold as he huddled his Calvin Klein grey coat closer to his body. He continued to walk, slowly trying to take of the pieces of glass as shelter focused on his mind
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Fanfiction" Why did you kill her!? " " I didn't kill her! " I yelled back. " I loved her... " my voice sounding quieter now. I could feel the hot tears rolling down my cheeks, burning stains all over my face. True tears, that I haven't felt since the da...
