The Dark Side

Chapter 9

I woke up in my bed. My head was pounding. I was dizzy. I see Harry sleeping on the chair next to me.

''What happened?'' I asked myself.

Why is Harry here? Didn't he leave already? Maybe this is a different day.  Harry looks so cuddly when he sleeps. He's so cute. Yes, he looked cute and cuddly.

''Hey'' I heard Harry say as he woke up. His voice was raspy and very low. Lower than other times.

''Good morning, I guess...'' I said looking at him.

I couldn't tell was it morning or not. The curtains were closed so, I couldn't tell what part of day was it..

''What happened?'' I asked.

''Well, you were riding your skateboard. You fell and hurt your head. I saw someone sleeping on the ground. It was you. I ran up to you and took you home.''

He said it calmly. Like nothing had happened. He looked like he didn't really care. We were looking at each other for awhile. Then he looked away. He bit his bottom lip. It looked so...so... hot. Yes, He looked hot. 

I don't really remember riding a skateboard or leaving the house, but I guess I forgot that because of the, well fall, I guess. I don't really think it's true, but why would he be lying?

''Are my parents okay?'' I asked like my fall could've affect them.

''Of course, they went to a theatre and after they'll go to a restaurant.'' His voice was raspy and full of worries, but on the outside he looked calm.

Then there was silence. Awkward silence.

''I have to go, now.'' He said looking at the clock.

''Why?'' I asked.

''I just do, okay?'' He said a aggressively. Like we would've just been in an argument.

''Okay, okay.''

Then he left. Just left. He didn't even say 'bye'. Rude. He never is rude. What was happening? 

''Harry, wait!'' I said jumping out of my bed.

''Wait!'' My head was still dizzy. I got to the stairs. Everything was spinning. I took my first step down the stairs. I almost fell. Someone caught me from the back. It pulled me back. I wanted turn to see who it was but I couldn't. Like someone was controlling me.

'' Harry!'' I yelled. I couldn't move. Someone was holding me, I felt it.

''Help! Hel-'' Someone placed his hand in front of my mouth.

''Shh, everything will be fine...'' I heard someone whisper in my ear. I was trying to recognize him from his voice.

Pointless.

It was pointless, everything I did was pointless.

I was pointless.

Then he put a white cloth on my face with some kind of liquid on it. It probably was to shut me off for couple of hours. I've seen this stuff happening in movies, but, as far as I know, some one saves them or, at the end, they live. But this time I was hopeless. My lungs are very sensitive. Even if I felt a little of smoke from cigarettes I could faint after a couple of seconds just from breathing the smoke from them. After that I need to clean them, so I need to breath this air that comes from a machine that can help me get back to normal. My dad gave up smoking years ago, after we found out about my lungs. They're a bit stronger now, because of the expensive medicine, we needed to save up for.

My point is if I wont wake up in an hour or two, I will be... you know...dea-

Some one grabbed the white cloth, with liquid on it, away from my face. I fell on the floor, I didn't faint, I was just powerless. I saw everything, heard everything very quietly, but couldn't move. I had this feeling a lot when my dad was smoking. Haven't had it since.

Okay, I had it once or twice, but that's it. Because my mum is always trying to keep me away from that kind of smells and stuff like that. She always checked is anyone of my friends, or anyone who I'm with, smoking or doing stuff that's relatable to smoking. I guess she checked Harry too, if she let him stay over night.

Anyways, while I was sleeping on the floor I saw Harry beating up some one. I couldn't tell who it was, my vision was blurry. I heard Harry screaming stuff like Stay away from her and I told you not to come here you, and you made a mistake coming here, and you'll regret the day you were born, you son of a bitch!

He was really aggressive. I heard the other guy screaming stuff like shit, fuck and other words like that. He was screaming from the pain. His voice sounded familiar, but I couldn't really tell who it is. There was a tornado of thoughts in my head, so it was hard to focus on the stuff that's happening right now, but I was trying my hardest.

Then my brain went on pause.

I started to lose myself.

My eyelids were starting to get heavyer by every second.

Then, the moment I felt like I'm not gonna live anymore, some one came up to me and started asking stuff like are you okay? , do you need water?

I was too powerless and tired to say about the machine and where he has to take me. I couldn't say anything. It's sort of like you'ŗe watching TV. You see what's happening in this movie, but you can't do anything, because you're on the other side of the TV. That's how it is. 

Suddenly everything turned dark. That's it I've been shut off.

I'm dead.

So this is how it feels, being dead. All what you can do is imagine and overthink your life and miss everything, and cry about everything, and not be able to do anything. There is no other life, after death. It's just your thoughts, nothing more, I guess. At least this is what i looks like. My body is shut off, I can't control it. It's just laying there. Not moving.

Nothing is happening with it.

Nothing is happening with my body.

What to do now? Think about who Harry is and why did he suddenly became a part of my life? Or why did he suddenly reappear when I was in danger? Or is he even a human? Worst feeling in the world... well....uhm... dead world, I guess. Worst feeling in the dead world - suspense, not knowing the answers.

Is this really the end?