Burning Crimson

Chapter Sixteen.

Harry carried Colette back into the house, not minding the heaviness of her weight, it was later, far later than when he had left to chase after her, the sun was going down - showing off it's impressive and almost sympathetic reds and oranges. He felt like the red represented his rage and now his soul was simmering down to a mellow orange. How she was bringing out the absolute worst in him.

When he opens the door to his home, he drops her body to the floor, and a scream is heard but he doesn't bother to look at whos lungs it came from, he fell to the ground, against the door - staring at the bloody mess on his floor, her hair was matted with blood and dirt, her nose was bloody and there were bruises all over every inch of visible skin.

"Harry, are you okay?" Shawna asks but the sound doesn't come through to him, it's muffled off and he only looks at Colette on the floor, he's so exhausted by her actions, he doesn't remember how long he's been gone or how she got so god damn bloody. He didn't even remember carrying her into his van.

"Oh, my God, I am sorry.. I'm sorry Colette," Jean sobs, falling to the ground and starts to soothingly rub Colettes bruised arms. Jean took Harry's actions as if they were done by her hand, as if she was the one who hurt Colette this way. The pink sweater Colette was wearing was ripped and dirty but nobody said anything about it, for it was not their place. They were never going to have a place if he was as insane as he is. Jean knew he was not a bad person but his actions did have that obvious impression on others all around him.

The silence made him go mad, he wanted someone to say something ... to say anything would be better than heavy breathing and grumbling stomaches.

Harry let out a piercing scream, immediately tears began falling down his pale cheeks, he cries and screams. The sound screeches into Jeans ear, she twitches and looks at him, he didn't seem stable but he never did seem stable, ever. Now it was clear, he was a broken man, someone who didn't get sunshine and happiness in the end, Jean knew that. She looked at Colette, so beautiful and so ugly at the same time. If this was the real world, where they don't have to be together on certain circumstances, Jean would never actually talk to any of the girls. And if she could turn back time, she would not have succumbed to Harry and the metallic attraction he had on her. The electric hold of his dark eyes, his messy hair and his boyish charm. He wanted to keep them, steal dolls that were not his own.

"It's her fault, she left me and now I'm a fucking mess!" Jean flinches at the sudden loudness, he yells all through out the house. Colette doesn't stir one bit. The bruises on her are noticeable and even Harry knew she was a broken butterfly, unable to fly away from this place.

"Shawna, go clean her up and make sure she isn't dead or anything," he trailed off and looked ahead of him, not focusing on anything at all, one of the girls speaks but it's all white noise to him.

Shawna shakes her head when she looks at him, the pathetic way he looked so dead and unreal. And Jean, the traitor, how could they both hurt someone as innocent as Colette? Where was the compassion, why didn't they want to appreciate her? Colette was weak and from Shawnas perspective, Colette didn't need people to hurt her. Plus, she was beautiful when blood was smeared all over her face, Shawna hated Harry for the first time in her life. How could he destroy something so small and fragile and not feel remorse.

It was a little while after when Harry finally got the inspiration to get up, he stumbles his way into Luna's old room, looking at the walls and how faded the purple became, the bed and memories of his first time with her on it flooded through him. The way her body moved with his, how she didn't judge him or cry. The only thing that bothered him was that she didn't bleed when they made love. She knew exactly what to do in the bed. That was the first sign, she wasn't a virgin and he wasn't the first person she had loved with her body.