Harmony (ON HOLD)

Chapter 10

Previously on Harmony

“Okay?” He asks as if I lack a certain amount of intelligence. “It was a damn nightmare, you don’t have to act like a child about it.” He huffs before putting his attention to the phone screen. I’m taken aback from his words. Actually, I am more than taken aback, I am hurt and embarrassed at his condescending, heartless words. It may not have been real but it was still nerve-wracking. Why?

Not to mention, my nerves are still on over drive from the Siva-situation, but I know why this dream was so terrible. 

I was slowly regaining the memory I had lost on that night. That dream was the first glimpse into  whatever horrendous fate befell me.

I sit up in the bed taking in a few deep breaths hoping to calm my nerves. I am vaguely aware of Harry eyeing me a few times and then turning back to his phone.

“Bloody hell, just go back to sleep.” His words lack any form of human compassion and I can tell he is incredibly irritated with me. However, in my state, I don’t obey him, instead I look over at him with a scowl on my usually-kind face. I don’t know where this rush of confidence has come from but my only reasons I can conjure up for holding my ground are that I have never met someone as rude as him, I am lacking sleep due to my nightmare, this rude boy might be a murder, and I am only receiving small, torturous blimps of the night I lost my memory. 

“You don’t have to be so mean.” I snap, trying to hide the hurt I am feeling. My mother would be incredibly disappointed in my tone, but I don’t see how else I can interact with this monster. As I take in his reaction, I see his eyes hardening, a direct line to his hard heart. His scowl is deeper and his shoulders slump almost...disappointedly? I get out of his bed quickly and attempt to march gracefully towards his bedroom door.

“Where the hell are you going?” He sounds angry. Why would he be angry that I was leaving if I am such a nuisance to him?

“Away from you.” My reply is much simpler in tone than my previous statement. It is quiet, almost a whisper, and the tone is much softer, my graces coming back to me. I don’t look back to see his face, I am certain he is frowning. I mean, when is he not?

As I walk out into the dark hallway, the chilly air nips at me. Does this house not have a heater? I don’t want to go back to my bedroom, the mess in there is too scary a reminder of Siva for me to be around.

Instead, I walk towards the kitchen. As I look around the room, I notice traces of blood. I follow the trail and it seems to lead out of the front door. I walk over to the door and my curiosity takes over.

I haven’t tried this yet, and I know if I am caught I will be in deep trouble. However, if I don’t try then I won’t ever escape. 

I’m not telling Harry what my dream is about because then he would go off and accuse me of being some sort of spy, which I can confirm is not true. I know my life well enough to know that I was nor would ever be involved in such shady business. I’m positive my curiosity got the best of me somehow....unless I am missing more than a night from my memory. Is it possible that I have forgotten a whole year or two? Could I be missing a huge chunk of my lifetime?

If I am, it’ll make this whole situation much more complicated. I just can’t see myself being in such a secretive job. My life, my childhood was good. As far as I can remember, I am merely seventeen. Nothing in my childhood could cause me to be in such a low-life job.