Malignant [h.s]

102

The rain continued to pour and my body neglected to move from the ground. The roaring clouds became a lot more dark and the trees swayed in the wind. I was dried out of tears but my heart wasn't any less broken. The sounds of the pattering rain drowned my empty thoughts. My mind felt hollow- my emotions stripped. I felt like nothing but a physical piece of existence, just taking up room on this crowded earth.

"Amelia, get up." The thick familiar accent brushed through my thoughts. I look my head up from my lap and see Harry standing there at my feet. He was completely dry and clean of any injuries on his face.

This was my subconscious playing tricks on me again.

"I can't." I mumble up to him, trying to analyze every aspect of his face that I miss so much.

"Yes you can. You're better then this babe. You know you'll get the flu if you sit out here like this." He says in concern.

"How are you standing here right now Harry?" I say while looking at him standing in the rain but completely dry.

"I told you- I'm the image you get from all the shock and adrenaline pumping through your denial mind. Your brain is battling about what to do, but I'm the only figure you can think of when arguing with someone." He explains calmly.

I pinch my eyes shut and press my palms to them.

"God you're not real, you're not real..." I mumble to myself while shaking my head. My eyes stay vigorously pinched shut in hope that he'll disappear. Looking at him and knowing he's not real is just tearing me apart.

I open my eyes again to see him still standing there, arms crossed and a smug look on his face that I've seen so many times before.

"I don't go away that easily. Now get up. I thought you were going to earlier but the minute I disappeared you sat here for another hour." He rolls his eyes and puts his long fingers in his jean pant pockets.

"It's hard!" I say in defence.

"I know darling, but you're strong. Just think, you'll get to see your parents again." He tries to persuade while standing in front of me.

"I don't want my parents as much as I wanted you Harry." I say back. I know it's a harsh thing to say, but my parents never even paid attention to me. Going home to them is something I don't want compared to being with Harry. All I want is Harry.

"Amelia get up. I can't deal with you sitting here any longer." He says with concern hidden in his irritated voice.

"You're my imagination, what are you gonna do? Make me get up?" I say a lot more angrier then meant to be. I'm frustrated with everything at the moment. The mere image of Harry standing here just makes my heart break even more then it already has.

"One step at a time baby, now come on." He says softly while turning around and walking his tall broad body through the rain and down the trail to the road. He turns around from the road and swats his hand to signal me to follow him. A small smile sits on his face while his skin glows through the darkness of the rain.

He looks like an actual angel. Even though he's not real, he looks so full of life. He definitely doesn't look like a man that's committed many hateful murders. He looks like a normal beautiful man that loved the glory of life.

And I guess that's all that I remembered him to be. My mind never thought of Harry as an evil man anymore- I just saw the beauty that he himself didn't even see.

"Come on now!" He shouts with his comforting smile and deep accent.

I swallow the lump in my throat and slowly stand up to my weak shaken knees. I've been sitting distraught for awhile now, so standing up for once is none the less hard.