Insane

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

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Harry's blazing emerald eyes stared into mine. He said "Darling, you should know better than to come into this room alone." I could feel his hot breath against my neck and he placed his hand on the outside of my thigh, just above my knee. I shivered at his cold touch and tried to move away, only to be pushed back against the wall. He smirked "You better not move darling or I'll have to break this pretty little arm of yours." My eyes widened and I stood still, refraining from any movement. He chuckled, the sound was low "That's a good girl. Now, you won't tell anyone this happened or else." He let go and quickly moved back. The last thing I saw was his burning emerald eyes shimmering in the dark room.

I can't remember what happened exactly. I found myself in the hospital. I only remember leaving Harry's room and the rest was a blur. I moved past the nurses desk and walked towards an unmarked room where my only living relative was. It was my aunt. My parents were killed in a plane accident and several months later, my aunt was in a car accident. The accident had slipped her into a coma, the chances of her ever waking up was slim. I took a deep breath before opening the door. I stepped inside and I closed the door behind me, the familiar beeping of the ventilator calming my nerves. I walked in and pulled up a chair, taking off my jacket and draping it on the arm of the chair.

I looked down at my aunt, she was the living, breathing model of perfection in my eyes. Even with all the tubes that helped her breath, the IV's that had supplied her with all the water and food she needed, and with the oxygen filling her lungs. I still saw her as the person she used to be. She used to be my caretaker and now I am hers.

She had brown hair and beautiful green eyes. She was gentle and she was kind. Everybody loved her.

I smiled as I took her hand in mine. I whispered softly "Hey...I haven't seen you in a while....I miss you..." I visited her when I could and when I did, I managed to burst into tears. I told her about my day, my feelings and I told her that I loved her and that I missed her. I told her things that she'd probably end up forgetting. I explained how my life was and how everything was changing, how my work was going. I told her that I was a paradox. I told her everything I felt, and after all of that, I cried. I cried again and again. I was selfish. I yelled and yelled until I had no voice. I yelled saying that it was her fault that this happened to her. I tore myself apart because I knew I couldn't do anything to save her from that car collision. I laid down next to her, hoping that she'd wake up just so she could wipe away my tears and tell me that everything would be okay. I kissed her forehead and I wished and I prayed that she would wake up, that she would wake up and be a part of my life again. She was my save haven, she was my confidant. She was my everything. She held me together. She kept me safe.