Deranged

Deranged Chp. 3

Sky's POV

"What the hell ?"

"What?" Harry asked, playing dumb.

"What?! What do you mean 'what'?! How'd you find me?"

"Easy, I followed you." He declared, sounding proud of his actions.

"Well ok then bye bye now safe travels!"

He seemed almost amused by my quick comeback but I shut that down quick with a steady glare.

I didn't like having people in my room, especially complete strangers! It was kinda my own hideaway, where I could shut myself away from all the pain and torture this world had to offer.

My mom wasn't allowed anywhere near my room so why would a complete stranger have access to it?

I'd gotten lost in my thoughts and completely forgotten about the curious boy wandering around my room. The white converse on his feet carried him around my no-longer-private room, looking at every inch.

His eyes met with the cold piece of metal I used against myself sitting on my desk. He placed it between his two fingers and twirled it around. His eyes were wide when he looked up at me. "Do...you-"

"Get out of my room! NOW!" I yelled, completely fed up.

Now I was ticked. Not only had he shown up uninvited, he was snooping. And I draw the line at snooping!

His attitude immediately changed and I could sense that he felt sorry for me.

My theory was quickly confirmed, "If you-"

"I don't need your help! Sympathy! Or any of your crap! If you wanna help me you can get the hell out of here NOW!"

It's so typical for someone to see a depressed person like me and feel immediately sorry. They automatically feel the need to offer useless things like sympathy or emotional support. I'm pretty sure I'm way past that.

It blew my mind that he actually had the nerve to follow me and then come inside and start snooping in my room.
My harsh tone had caught him off guard for some reason. Apparently the word "privacy" didn't fall into his vocabulary.

His expression fell but I felt no guilt.

It's my room.

I'm entitled to my privacy and he's not giving it to me so he can leave. No one, not even my mom has had the guts to come into my room and look around so why is this complete stranger doing it?

After years of screaming at her to get her nosey butt out of my PRIVATE room she caught on to the fact that I actually meant it when I said "Get out now"

Harry paced around some more then looked me in the eyes.

Why couldn't he have let me fall? What pain would it have caused him? How would it have affected him? It would've made things a lot easier on me!

"You need to leave Harry. I mean it"

As Harry went to climb back out the glass covered hole in my wall... I noticed something I'd never noticed before....

Scars.

His sleeve had accidentally rolled up on his way out.

His wrist fashioned the scars, just as mine did. I assume the long sleeved shirt he was wearing was only worn to cover up those scars and not because he enjoyed smothering in a hot flannel.

I don't think he realized I was looking and he quickly covered them back up.

"Um Harry?" The words rolled off my tongue before I could stop them.

"Yeah?" A glimmer of hope sparked in his eyes.

"... Never mind..." I placed the question deep in my mind and forgot it, because I wanted to forget him. He seemed defeated and hung his head low as he crawled out of my window.

Seeing someone like me with scars like mine almost somewhat consoled me in a messed up way. It made me realize I'm not the only one suffering from this world but I snapped out of that reality fast and watched the scarred boy leave my sight.

After he was gone, I secured my window locks, forbidding another uninvited visitor and covered up the window with my black curtains.

My broken body slammed against the comfort of my bed and I curled up under the duvet.

My attention was swiped by a tiny slip of paper laid on my night stand. I don't know how but it was there.

I unfolded the crinkled piece of paper and made sure I read the name right, as the hand writing wasn't the waisted to make out.

It was a note from Harry... When did he have time to slip me a note and how did I not notice?

"Sky,

I understand you."

Um ok? Who gives a crap? That's the most random and utterly stupid piece of writing I've ever read. I'm sure there's some deeper meaning to it all that my incapable brain isn't picking up.

The TV screeched from across the room and the attention which I'd been focusing on the note was switched to the TV. "BREAKING NEWS!" flashed across the screen. The local news anchor was live outside a home which looked as if it'd been lit on fire. "BREAKING NEWS! A house located on 4905 Blue Woods Ln. engulfs in flames" (called it!) "the owner, Thomas Walters age 22, killed in the tragic fire. We'll be following the story all night, but as of now, fire fighters are saying the cause of the fire is unknown."

I looked out my window and saw what looked like a parade of lights... Chills ran up my back... I lived on 4901 Blue Woods Ln.

No big deal... Right?