Open Your Eyes \\ Harry Styles

Chapter 6

Emerson's POV

It's like they're playing with me.

Dunking my head in and out of cold water.

Just as I thought I could catch my breath, my head was plunged back into the ice cold water.

I could hear my name being yelled over and over as the walls in my head closed in and the cold numbed my body.

But of course no one was here to call my name.

Not even I would try save me.

Ice. Ice cold.

Wouldn't you try save yourself, Darling? Don't want to be rescued from this dark mind of yours?

It's the voice.

It would only talk to me when I was alone.

Which was all the time.

It was never nice to me, never kind.

But it told me the truth.

"I do! I do want to!" I thought.

Do you really? If you did, you could have a long time ago, Child. But you don't want to, do you?

"Leave me alone!" I tried to yell as goosebumps erupted around my face and behind my neck.

Leave you alone? All by yourself? In this big bad world? Oh, Honey, don't you know what it's like out there? Are you forgetting how it is alone? How vulnerable you are? How easy it was for someone to take you an-

"Shut up! Please!"

Oh you are forgetting aren't you? Can you not remember? Begging at ones foot? Haven't we been through this before?

"No! No! No!"

Is it that you forgot? Oh no, that's not it! You don't want to remember. My naïve little girl! You can't forget! It's etched into that dark mind of yours! How could you forget though? It's all over your skin.

And then it laughed.

A plastic, cynical laugh.

It was.... Demonic.

You can go back, little whore. Go back. We don't want you here anyways.

And just like that I could breath.

My eyes shot open and I was blinded by the harsh light.

It took only seconds for my eyes to adjust.

Baby blue walls.

White doors.

Three chairs pushed against the wall.

"I see you're awake" a female voice said on the right of my bed.

I turned and inspected the brunette lady, obviously in her late forties or mid fifties.

Her name tag had 'M. Harvey' which was obviously her name.

"My name is Melissa Harvey" she said putting her hand out for me to shake.

I just looked at it.

There was no way I was going to take my hands out from under the covers.

"Don't worry, Emerson. I'm not a doctor" she said to me as if it were supposed to comfort me.

"Then what are you?" I asked.

"Well, I'm a lot of things, I'm a mother of two, a guidance counsellor and I'm your therapist" she said.