The Girl From My Past {h.s. au} #wattys2018

Chapter 23

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Maybe it's karma.

Perhaps now, the universe is punishing me for everything I've done wrong.

I'm still that girl who was abused by her fake father and whose self esteem was ripped at the seams by her own mother.

I'm still the girl who visited her real father in prison. The one who was best friends with a ghost as a child.

The one who had three guardian angels and a witch as best friends. Who also loved the devil who was in disguise.

I hadn't changed at all. It was the world around me that had.

I had turned all the mirrors around in the house. I didn't want to look at myself anymore. How could I just sit here while my baby was possibly being tortured by the devil hinself?

I looked sick, there was no denying that. I hadn't slept or eaten for a week. My hair had grown thinner since I've been pulling at it everyday.

Harry has been begging me to come down from the attic but I won't. I don't want to leave. He just...doesnt understand.

Edward is my everything. My entire world.

I rubbed my hands together anxiously, glancing at the clock above my bed like I was Cinderella, dreading for the clock to strike midnight.

"He's long gone."

"Edward is dead."

"You're all going to die."

"There is no escaping the devil."

I gripped the sides of my head as the voices grew louder and more high pitched. I suddenly remembered the day when Edna first told me I was a Clairvoyant...someone who can hear spirits and tell peoples futures through their dreams.

I heard screaming and laughing from all of the spirits in my head, making tears fill my bloodshot eyes.

I looked down at my hands, realizing that the veins in them were a sick green and purple mix. It looked like I was a lifeless corpse.

I also noticed how my fingers were completely gone. I was officially disappearing.

I knew what I needed to do and I needed to do it now. I took in a deep breath as I laid down on my bed. I slowly closed my eyes, letting my slightly panicked breathing return to normal.

As I started to drift asleep, I heard all of the voices begin to die down. They all spoke at once, and suddenly there was silence...until I heard one quietly whisper in my ear.

"You will not come back."

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>THIRD PERSON POV<

Harry knocked on the attic door with two knuckles as he held a hot bowl of tomato soup in his other hand.

"Princess, please open up. I hate to see you this way. I brought you some soup."

He frowned when he heard no response from his girlfriend. Fearing she was ignoring him, he sighed heavily.

"Please, Rosie? I love you, let me take care of you." He pleaded whole heartedly.

What he didn't know was that Rosie was fast asleep in her bed. She wasn't actually asleep though...more like she was in a coma.

She was on her way to confront the devil himself as Harry was trying to open the door to give her soup.