More Time

Lady in Black

Harry's POV

If you ever asked me what sitting in a chair at a hospital for hours on end feels like my answer would be very, very uncomfortable. Especially when you're sitting in one outside of your best friend's room.

Visiting hours were over but I haven't left yet. Actually, I've been here for days. Six to be exact. It would have been nine but my parents forced me to go home, eat something, and sleep. I did end up eating a few slices of pizza which tasted amazing compared to the hospital food I had been eating. As for sleep, well... I didn't.

I didn't like being away from her. If something had happened and I wasn't there I would have never forgave myself.

Her name is Scarlett Mitchell. My best friend ever since birth. Our parents had been best friends growing up and so were our grandparents so the cycle just went on with me and Scarlett.

She was diagnosed with cancer around a year ago. I was in complete shock. I mean why wouldn't I? There was a chance my best friend would die. She went through chemo and eventually all of her long brown hair fell out. She kept telling me over and over the same thing.

"Harry, I look gross." She said while looking in the mirror.

"You've always looked gross." I had teased her only to receive a glare from those bright blue eyes of hers. I had started to laugh and she just shook her head with a slight smile.

"You know I'm kidding Scar. You look beautiful." I had got up from my chair and stood behind her. I was telling the truth. Scarlett would look beautiful no matter what and I would always remind her of that.

"Here." I said while taking my bandana off of my head. I put it on hers and tied it in the back.

She looked at herself with wide eyes in the mirror.

"Harry, you're giving me your Stars and Stripes?" She asked shocked.

My Stars and Stripes was my American flag bandana I always wore and was Scar's favorite one out of all of the one I wore.

She turned around to face me and smile up at me while flashing her bright white teeth. "Thank you Harry. You're the bestest best friend a best friend could ask for."

That was one of the good days.

The door to Scarlett's room opened and Dr. Watson came out. I immediately stood up.

"Hey Doc." I greeted the slightly grey haired man that I buy coffee for every time I come visit Scar. "How is she today?"

He looked at me with a look I knew all too well as he stayed silent.

My shoulders drooped down and my smile disappeared. "Not good, huh?"

"Harry, lately she hasn't been doing her best." He states while putting his clipboard into his other hand.

"Do you think she'll get better soon?" I ask clinging onto false hope.

He looked at me with that same look again. God how I hated that look.

"Harry," he starts up again. "She can barely even walk without support, she hasn't been eating or drinking anything. When I first met her, you couldn't get her to stop talking and now she barely speaks. I'm not sure... Well I'm just-"

"You're not sure about what?" I interrupt him then take a big gulp.

He sighs and says nothing, but he didn't have to. I knew exactly what he wanted to say.

I sit back down in my seat and stare at the floor. "Can I see her?" I ask quietly.

"She'll be able to have visitors tomorrow. Her parents are coming in early." He pauses but I keep looking down at the floor. I feel a hand on my shoulder and he continues to talk "I suppose it's no use telling you to go home and get some rest?"

I shake my head. A few moments of silence pass before he speaks up again. "See you in the morning, kid."

I listen intently to his footsteps until I can't hear them anymore. I take a deep breathe in and close my eyes.

I thought the footsteps were gone but I hear them start up again only this time they were getting closer and it sounded like a woman's heels. The footsteps get closer and closer until they finally stop close to me.

I open my eyes and look next to me to find a pale woman with black hair wearing a sophisticated looking black suit looking straight forward at Scarlett's room door.

The woman doesn't say anything, let alone move. Literally, she just sits there motionless. Hell, I'm not sure if she's even breathing. She kind of looks like a statue.

Then she finally moves her arm and holds up her wrist to look at her watch. After putting her wrist down, she continues to be motionless.

"Uh," I clear my throat a little. "Hello?" I speak up and she turns her head to look straight at me.

The woman was stunningly beautiful. She had smooth, elegant features that I couldn't begin to describe. She was gorgeous, but there was one thing I didn't like about her.

Her eyes. Sure they were just blue eyes but if you looked straight in them you would get chills. Her eyes were so cold... And dark... And the way she looked at me made me shudder.

"Can I help you?" She speaks with a beautiful voice but with a dull tone.

The woman caught me off guard just by her eyes and I paused before I spoke.

"I, uh, are you here for Scarlett?" I ask her only to receive a small nod.

"Well Dr. Watson said she won't be having visitors until morning." I inform her but she continues to stare at me with those cold eyes.

She took a second to look me up and down, clearly not caring what I though about it and raised her eyebrow at me. "Who are you?"

"I-I'm Harry." I respond. "I'm Scarlett's best friend."

She pauses before responding. "You look tired. How long have you been here?"

"Um, about six days. I went home once so if you didn't count that it'd be nine."

The woman changed her expression to that of a surprised one. "Really? You must really care for her."

I nod while fidgeting with my fingers. "Yeah, I would do anything for her."

The woman shifts in her seat a little to face her body towards me with an interested expression on her face. "Anything?" She asks me.

I look up at Scarlett's door and picture her laying in her bed. I think about the constant pain she's in and how I would give anything to take that pain away.

"Yes." I respond. "She's in so much pain I wish I could just take it away. I would die everyday for her."

"Would you?" The woman asks. "If you could?"

I look at the pale mysterious woman confused. "What? Die everyday for her?"

All the woman does is nod with a slight smile.

I look back down at the ground before answering. "Yeah, of course. If somehow it could happen, I wish I could die everyday for her to be cancer-free."

The woman this time smirks with a satisfied look on her face. "Then it's a deal."

It took me a moment to process what she said. "Wait, wha-"

By the time I lifted up my head, she was gone.

"What in the mother fucking fuck just happened?"

I looked down the hallway to my left then to my right and I saw no sign of her. I walked and turned around the corner to see if she might have went that way but there was still no sign of her.

The mysterious woman in black was gone.

Hello all! I hope you liked the first chapter of this story! I'm actually really really proud of this idea and can't wait to really get the story going :) hope you all enjoy.