My Dark Possessive Psychopath

Clues

my eye seemed to have permanently shut. I couldn't open them. There was no light only darkness surrounded me. There were certain voices that I could hear but they seemed very far away. It sounded like a little boy whimpering and crying. No one was there to help him. No one to look after him . I searched and I followed his voice but I couldn't see him.

Then I saw him.

He was a little boy covered in blood and bruises. I gasped when I saw what condition he was in and I tried to reach for him but as though it was I was a ghost , my hand went straight through him. I tried talking to him but he couldn't hear me.

He was slowly dying and it pained me beyond belief that I couldn't do anything to save him.

I jolted up awake in the bed breathing heavily . Sweat covered my forehead and there were real tears in my eyes.

It was all a dream. More like a nightmare!

When I had returned to my normal self I tried getting off the bed bit pain shot up my leg making me cry out in pain. Now I wish him shooting me had been a nightmare instead of my reality.

All too soon he entered the room avoiding eye contact with me and carried me to the bathroom. We stayed in silence. Not speaking a single word to eachother.

Good.

I preferred it that way. I was in no mood to talk to the present who shot me in my leg. He filled the bathtub with warm water and left me in there .

When I finally managed to get myself in the tub without killing myself I relaxed my muscles and enjoyed the silence and warmth.

A sudden knock on the door had startled me and My hands flew up to cover my breasts. Without asking for permission , Harry invited himself in and looked at me. It was athough he was preventing himself from doing something.

" I'll change your bandage" he stated.

" no thanks I think I can do it on my own. " I mumbled.

I should be terrified of him right now considering the vulnerable stage I was currently in and the fact he could take advantage of me. Wouldn't be his first time, but I had a gut feeling he wasn't going to do anything to me like that .At least for now.

He rolled his eyes at me and pulled my legs out from the water causing me to move under it.

I coughed out the water and shot him a death glare.

He simply ignored me and started to dry my legs before he applied some cream to the swollen area and then bandage it. I must say the feeling of him rubbing it to soothe the pain felt really good but there was no way I would ever tell him that.

After that wAs done he left and I was left alone once again .

I got ready and limped my way downstairs for some breakfast.

Before I could start eating my cereal Eleanor cleared her throat and gave me a weak smile.

" um hey how are you doing?" was she serious ?

I ignored her and continued eating my breakfast.

" you know Harry is really upset with what he did. He is feeling sorry for it ."

" good he should" was my short reply .

" you know he isn't all that bad. He is actually a good person with a dark past. You just have to get to know him to see why he does these things "

I almost laughed at her. Almost.

" You're telling me this? Please he's nothing but a sick freak. He shot me! He kidnapped me! He tortured me! He made me his prisoner and Whatever made him this way , I don't care he gas no right to treat me this way. I will never forgive him!"

I ran back upstairs to the room I had woken up in and slammed the door shut which was rather painful considering my leg he shot. He's nothing but a coward. A weak pathetic excuse for a human being.

The door opened and I told whoever it was to go away.

Obviously the person did not listen and came closer to me.

" I said-" but I couldn't get the words out of my mouth because I was left speechless as Harrys lips collided with mine in a sweet and gentle kiss. Before I could even react he pulled away and held out a rose in his hands. It was beautiful.

" I grew it myself" he spoke in a whisper.

" look I know iv been giving mixed signals but I'm not really good with the whole emotion thing. This does not mean I haven't changed but consider this an apology for me crossing the line"

He handed the beautiful flower in my hand and started to leave.

" wait hold on. Before you leave tell me why you are the way you are? What made you so .. So dark?" I asked

He smirked and said" I thought you didn't care about my past" with that being said he left.

Shit . He had herd my conversation with Eleanor .

The rose was indeed very beautiful . It was red like blood. I wanted to throw it away in the trash but why take out my anger on this poor innocent flower?

As night time approached I thought about exploring this place so I decided to roam around in this place.

In doing so, I discovered a little library filled with several books. If only I had found this place earlier.

I took my time looking at every detail of the room . I felt as though no one had visited tho place in a long time. The book were dusty and so were the shelves. I reminded myself to clean this place later on.

After searching an searching for a good book , my eyes landed on a certain book. It looked odd. It looked more like someone's old diary. It's dusty old leather cover had scratches on it and in some places looked torn.

I opened the diary and my eyes widened when I saw a picture of a boy with an elder looking woman pasted on the first page.

And it wasn't any boy . It was the boy from my nightmare.

Only this time he was clean , free of bruised and he looked...... happy.

I hid the diary behind my back when someone entered the room .

" what are you doing in here?" his green eyes looked at me with an intense stare.

I flushed as I tried thinking of what to say.

" I um was just reading books. You know how much I love them and I couldn't help but stay in this room and you know read" I spoke hoping he'd believe me.

" hmmm ok . I should have shown you this room before, but oh well . I'm still not done with my apology though. Come back to bed with me and I'll give you a proper one" he winked

Oh God.

He grabbed my hand and led me to the bedroom in a hurry before I could protest. I droped the diary on the floor before we left the room.

I sure hope no one goes in there before I do.

(A/N) soooooo what do ya think?