Demons //h.s

Chapter Five

Scarlett's POV

The warm morning light streams through the window, replacing the darkness in the room. I can feel the sun on my face before I can even see it, and I quickly become sweaty in the clothes from yesterday that I fell asleep in. I slept on the couch the entire night next to Harry, and my entire body is so sore and uncomfortable.

Harry.

I bolt up quickly at the memory of him but he is nowhere to be seen. I feel almost sad that he didn't stay, but immediately curse myself for actually falling asleep with a stranger next to me. I wouldn't call him a complete stranger anymore, but I don't know him well enough yet to call him my friend. He seems nice enough to be though, I mean he didn't murder me in my sleep - I think I can trust him.

Just the thought of him brings a little smile to my face. I silently wish that he could've stayed, just so I could see the morning face of him, and the way his curls would be stuck to his face, his eyes sleepy but still that bright green I've come to love over the past three days that I've seen him.

I walk to Ambers room slowly just to check that she is okay, but when I walk in she is sprawled across the mattress, sound asleep. I smile to myself and decide to take a shower before doing anything else; I feel so gross after not showering last night. My head hurts slightly, probably from the way I slept on the couch, but I ignore it.

I don't even want to look at my face in the mirror when I enter the bathroom, and instead just get out of my clothes quickly and step into the shower without thinking twice.

The water bursts out of the shower head, still cold because the hot water hasn't warmed up yet. Steam starts to seep out of the hot water and I embrace it head-first, washing away all the sweat and grease of the tiring day. I have never had good skin like most girls, it has always been spotted with acne, especially along my cheek bones. Even though nobody ever says anything about it, I am so self conscious about it, and when I can I try to hide it with makeup, even though I hate wearing it.

The warm water engulfs my body as I scrub my hair and wash it out. I wish I could stay in the hot shower forever, but unfortunately the supply of it isn't endless, so I turn the taps off together quickly before stepping out of the shower.

The mirror is fogged and I wipe it with the side of my towel, exposing my half-naked body. I wish I hadn't though. I almost scream at the sight of my face, looking closer to the mirror to see if I'm actually seeing what I am seeing. I really again wish I hadn't. A huge part of my forehead is red and swelling, bleeding in some parts too. I'm not sure what it is, but it looks like a cut that has swollen up. No wonder it was hurting before. I act quickly to cover it with makeup and try to forget about it, thinking it was probably just from the way I slept last night. I quickly get dressed afterwards and make my way out of the bathroom.

When I walk to the kitchen Amber is there, standing completely still. I can tell that she is holding something, and by the way she is looking at it, I don't want to know. I approach slower and finally see what she is looking at, fear instantly strikes though my body. I really had to leave it there.

A small piece of blood stained paper is in her trembling hands, clearly reading: 'Watch out, I can't be controlled. Now that I have you, there's no guarantee that you'll ever be safe.' I really shouldn't of left that there.

"W-what is this?" She slowly turns to face me, her face covered with fear and looking like she might almost cry. Before I can even start to reply she starts talking again and firing questions, so fast I can nearly not even understand.

"What is this Scarlett? Did Harry leave this? Why is there blood on it? Who left this? What aren't you telling me? Who's blood is this? I-I want you to tell me everything. Now," she fires at me, not even giving me time to answer the questions.