• j a d e •
"i'll ask again. what the fuck are you doing down here?" he seethes. i'm turned away from him, but i'm sure that he's positively fuming.
when i feel something clamp down on the back of my head, pulling at my hair i yelp in surprise. i'm met with his emerald eyes, only they're no longer emerald. black dances in the light of the candlestick i hold, glaring deep into my soul.
"i-i was just curious, i didn't mean to intr-"
i can't finish my sentence as i'm yanked to the floor. the candle falls but that's the least of my worries as i watch harry walk towards the thing in the corner.
[things get pretty fucked up now y'all get ready]
"hello, darling," he coos, reaching his hand out to touch it before he softly strokes at it. he then turns to me and smiles, but it's not the smile that i fell in love with; the one that made my heart skip a beat. this was menacing, crazy.
psychotic.
"this is jade, my girlfriend. jade's curious, or so she says. jade made a mistake, coming into your room, didn't she, my darling raelynn?"
i gasp, almost passing out as he drags what seemed to be a body towards me. it smelled disgusting, but it didn't looked decayed enough to be that old.
he must have preserved the body.
"jade, i think you need to apologise," he suggests, although it comes out more like a demand. i see a mop of blonde hair that he runs his hands through, occasionally stopping at a knot. i felt sick, bile rises to my throat and before i can stop it, i vomit next to myself on the floor.
coughing and choking, i hear harry sigh from above me. tutting his tongue, he picks the body up in his arms and begins cradling it.
"that wasn't a nice reaction. she's very pretty, and you made her feel bad. fucking apologise," he says through gritted teeth. all the while, i'm sat still thinking, who the fuck is this man i fell in love with.
"raelynn was the last person to die, you know. it wasn't too long ago, maybe february? she was beautiful, and she should still be here. i wish she was, to be quite frank."
ouch.
told you, he doesn't want you.
"she hung herself whilst she was down here. i gave her everything, and it wasn't enough. but, i don't hold a grudge against her. my beautiful baby is in a better place." he places a kiss to her forehead, leaving me feeling sick all over again. this girl had been dead a year, and he holds her like he holds me.
"it's a shame, really. you two would've looked extremely good together." it was like a lightbulb switched in him, his eyes lighting up before he slowly walks over to me. he lays the body next to me and sits in front of us. leaning forward, he presses a sloppy kiss to my lips.
and then he does the same to her.
"kiss her," he demands. i laugh, expecting him to finally snap out of it or tell me i'm dreaming. this can't be real, this can't actually be happening. when i see that he's not laughing with me, i stop and scoff, "no way."
he hums slightly and starts stroking my cheek, and that's when the shock settles in and everything hits me all at once.
harry is a murderer.
the newspaper articles taped on this wall are of his killings. this girl killed herself, because he kept her down here. raelynn winters was on the news for months, until her parents seemed to give up searching for her. the dead body next to me was that woman.
"you're sick!" i scream, lunging towards him and pushing him backwards. i straddle his waist and start hitting at his chest, hoping to weaken him slightly before i make a run for it and get the police.
stop, you love him.
"you're twisted!" i yell, hitting him once more before standing up and making a run for it. i make it three steps before i'm being tugged down, and a deafening crack comes from my ankle. i don't feel the pain, however, because i'm numb to it.
then that's perfect. kill yourself.
"i'm not going to ask you again, jade. kiss her!" he screams in my face, shoving me into the body of what was once a beautiful girl. i can't.
"over my dead body," i spit at him. he smirks, eyes twinkling in amusement at my little performance.
"that can be arranged, darling. and i don't want my baby girl getting hurt." he strokes my cheek again, leaving burns wherever his touch trails to. hot tears poured down my cheeks, but he completely ignored them. this isn't harry.
but it is. this is the side of him he didn't want you to see. the stronger side of him, and it is because he can't fight it with his nice side. it doesn't stand a chance.
he doesn't love you jade.
he loves the darkness.
but maybe that's what you are.
"shut up," i whisper, eyes still closed in anticipation. harry's hand has long since left my cheek, but i can still feel his presence in front of me.
"i warned you, my precious. i warned you not to come down here, and you disobeyed me. i don't like it when people disobey me."
as i open my eyes, i see him sat down on a spinning chair at a desk, where the articles are pinned above.
"maggie george, madison mcnulty, a whore, a dipshit who wanted to take raelynn away from me, and raelynn herself. they all did me wrong, jade. and now they're all in the same place."
the thought of him killing all these people made my gut wrench. i didn't know the reasons, nor did i care to know them. what he did was wrong, and i wanted to make sure he payed for it.
"you're a sick, perverted, bastard," i hiss. he snaps his eyes towards me, jaw and fists clenched.
"but so are you, angel. or at least, that's what your meds tell me. only you haven't been taking them, isn't that right?"
my jaw drops. i can't breathe. it was impossible for him to know, i hid everything so well. i'm normal.
on the contrary.
"my little golden girl, isn't so golden after all," he taunts, stepping closer with every word that comes out of his mouth.
"you're not going to get away with this, harry," i whisper, watching my vision blur in front of me until all i see is the black of his eyes.
"wrong, princess. because you're not going to be here to tell the story."
it was in that moment, with his hand wrapped around my throat, i was a mere few seconds away from death. i gave up, i had no fight left in me. i was dying in the hands of the man i loved, only it wasn't the man i loved, but a monster who had possessed him. it was in that moment, that i watched with glazed eyes as his orbs turned from black to green, slowly morphing into the emerald colour that had become my favourite.
"i can't," he whispered, backing away from me. "you're not golden, jade. you're fucked up, you're warped, deranged. you belong in this world."
and then i'm engulfed into what seemed like an endless cycle of darkness.
