Mental

Chapter 24- Runaway

I laid in bed anxiously hoping that Harry would be here soon. It was nearly 12 in the morning and everything was eerily quiet.

I sighed, hoping he'd follow through. That's when I heard the beep of a door.

I carefully looked over to my door making sure it wasn't just a nurse but when I saw his tall lean figure and that mess of hair I couldn't help but get giddy.

I quickly put on a shoes and a jacket and walked over to my door, quietly opening it and closing it behind me.

"Hey." He smiled holding up the card with a proud smile.

"We have to go out the back door." I replied bluntly, making his face fall. He's crazy if he thinks he'll ever be anything to me again. He ruined my life.

I quietly pulled him behind me down long corridors to the back emergency exit. Harry scanned his card and the door popped open, leading into a parking lot.

We exited and scaled down the stairs, my head feeling light. I paused for a minute, taking a deep breath.

"Are you okay?" Harry questioned, stopping a few steps back. I nodded and quickly caught up to him. We made our way over to his car quickly climbing in as Harry started it..

Harry scanned the card, allowing us out of the gated parking lot and tossed the card out the window.

It was an extremely awkward car ride. I could tell harry wanted to talk but he couldn't bring himself to say anything.

"Thanks." I muttered, leaning my head on the window. He glanced over at me, a small smile on his face.

"No problem. Madeline I-"

"Harry, I'm really tired. Can we just talk tomorrow." I huffed, closing my eyes. He didn't respond, just kept driving down the deserted road.

Once we got to his house I followed him inside and it looked exactly the same as I remember. We walked upstairs and he showed me into his room. "Don't you have a guest room?" I questioned, not wanting to share a room with him.

"Uh, no. Well yeah but it has all my mums stuff in it. We don't really go in there." His voice was so quiet and his eyes were turning red. He looked like he was going to cry. "You can just sleep in here. I'm going to sleep downstairs. Goodnight." His voice broke at the end before he quickly left the room leaving me alone in the dark.

I just climbed into bed and closed my eyes, sleep being very easy for the first time in a while.

I woke up, my heart beating fast and my palms sweating like crazy. My cheeks were wet with tears as I looked around the room, nothing but darkness.

I saw movement stir from the corner and began to panic. "It's just me." His voice was so quiet I could barely hear it. He was sat on one of the big chairs in the corner of his room, a blanket draped over him.

"What are you doing?" I tried to sound mad but I couldn't right now. I was in shear panic. This was an every night thing, waking up sweating with my face tear stained.

"I didn't want you to wake up scared and be alone." His voice was so low, his body turned away from me, curled up in the chair. "I know it's been happening a lot."

I wasn't sure what to say so I just sat there for a bit trying to calm down my rapidly beating heart. I took deep breaths and counted backwards from one hundred. After about 10 minutes I was finally relaxed enough to go back to sleep except I couldn't.

He was lingering in my thoughts.

If this had been a couple months ago he would've rushed over to the bed and held me until I was better.

I hated this feeling... I was missing him. I didn't want to, not even a little bit.

But I was. I just wanted him to hold me. He was the only person over the last few months who has been able to successfully comfort me even if it was followed by pain.

I caught myself as I was about to call out his name, I couldn't.

He had to be the one to make an effort to be forgiven.

I watched as he slowly sat up in the chair, dragging his hands across his face before sauntering over to me as I sat up in the bed.

Without saying anything he sat down beside me, gently laying me down and holding my body to his in a comforting embrace.

I laid there, my bones quietly shaking as I examined my life. I was a runaway mental patient.

I think the worst part of this all was that Harry thought he could fix me when in reality I'm too far gone to be fixed.

I was a walking tragedy waiting to fold in on itself. He thinks he can make me better and put my pieces back together but he's going to be sadly mistaken.

He's going to wish he never met me.