Trapped || h.s. a.u.

|| P R E V I E W ||

Harry stood there and I knew he'd been wanting to his my story since we first met. "Please, Clary, can you just tell me the story!" Harry wines.

"Well Harry.... since you want to hear the story of how I've been stuck here for 39 years in this house, then I'll tell you... it started back when I turned at the age of 13, my teen years, I remember that I was playing around with my sister, when I heard a noise. Who knows how long that was going on for, but from a very young age, I've had this ability to see ghost and all that-"

"Have you seen God?" Harry asks.

I laugh. "That is something I have not yet to experience, but I hope soon, when I actually fully die. Cause I... Well let's get back to the story, anyways, my parents were out that night, so we heard a noise, we thought maybe someone's in the house, so I sent my sister to my room and what I saw, was incredible and something that I could never tell anyone, because I knew that no one would believe me. So from that day on, I know that there was people watching me, guarding me and helping me along the way to make the right choices.

"Anyways, when I turned 18, something happened,  I don't know what when wrong that day. My sister was 14 at the time. I saw her, I got home from school and I called her name, but she like didn't turn around," I shrug my shoulders and I could feel tears begin to start. "I yelled and yelled, but she didn't listen. I remember when the police came and my mother telling them that I hadn't came home from school yet and that I was always here on time. They came back the next day later saying they found a body, but had to confirm that it was me, but I tell you, that I remember that I went to school that day, because my mum even say, 'Good Morning Clary' and all that shit.

"Thing is, they were never sure who's body it was, hell, they never even found me, because someone I was brought into this transversal universe. I'm here stuck in this place living like a ghost, but I'm still in my body! I'm not fully dead yet, I just... can't seem to find my way out of here."

"Well then why don't you start looking for a place out. I'm positive you can find a way out Clary," Harry speaks. I shake my head, pushing myself off the way. "You don't get Harry. I can't find a way out!" He groans. "Then why don't you just leave the house and explore the outside. I'm sure if you weren't stuck in here, the whole time, you could actually find a way out of that transversal universe and then you'd be human again."

I shake my head pacing the floor. "Look Harry, you wouldn't understand, I don't know how I got here in the first place, there is no way out for me! Even if I did find a way out, there isn't," I say almost crying. "I've been trapped here for 37 years! There is no way out of here, I can't save myself, I'll be 18 forever."

I disappear and then reappear in a different room than what I was. I looked around the room and could see it was Harry's room. I looked around the room. Almost every wall is painted with some kind of girl, pictures after pictures, slowly showing her face. I look closer, hearing the door open, my head turns, my blue eyes looking at him, meeting his emerald gaze.

I take my bottom lip in-between my teeth. We sat in an awkward silence for a good five minutes before I speak up, "I... You draw very nice and beautifully," I motion to his painting on his walls.

"Thanks," his lips forming a smile and his deep dimples showing on both sides of his cheeks. "I've been dreaming about this girl lately. Well not lately, but it's been going on since I was 15 and I drew down everything I saw, sketching a whole book after having about the same dream. The same girl in every dream would appear. I find it kind of.... bizarre that the same girl pops up in every dream."

Study the pictures closely. "Well I say that maybe it's a sign, ya know. I can't predict the future, but I say it's a sign..... Can I see the... um... pictures you draw on your sketch book?" I requested. Harry nods, his curls moving too. I smile as he looks around for his sketch book.

Harry strolls his way over to me, handing me the sketch book. I try to take the book into my grasp but it's no use. "Harry, I can't grab it. I'm not like fully human, nor fully ghost- actually the last one is a lie, I am a ghost, but I'm not like- ughh!" I try to grab the book and after what seemed like forever, I finally grab it.

"See, you just needed a bit of anger," Harry grins. I roll my eyes as him and begin to look through the sketch pad. Each page having the same girl, but just a different scene. I look through the rest and notice something. This is the house, but in a different room.

"H-Harry," I whisper. I can feel his presence behind me. "I don't think these are just any kind of dreams... I think these are pictures of me.... and how I died."

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I'm so excited to be writing this story! I can't for it to actually come out. Since I'm kind of busy, I probably won't like actually be writing and releasing the first chapter until Valentine's Day or maybe a day before, who knows. It's just a surprise.

A huge, huge, huge, huge favor, if you can please tell your followers or readers to read this, because I'm new here and I'd like to see how many reads I can get before I release the first chapter. That's one thing I ask from my followers. And I'll try to make a trailer, but I tell you I am not so good with them alright.

Have a wonderful day y'all!

-angiee