I Remember You.

Don't cry, it's just milk.

Finally, I was home after being in that musty,dark hell of a hospital.

You go into a coma for 4 hours and it's the end of the world.

I itch'd at my hospital bracelet, that was cutting off circulation to my wrist.

I threw my keys in the bow of random things on my apartment kitchen table

Walking over to the sliver fridge, that was big enough for me to fit in.
But with my luck, I was not trying anything.

I opened the door to it and searched for the milk, I needed calcium or something to get me going.

I felt so drain, from all those drugs.

I pulled out the carton and turned around to see Harry standing there with his hands behind his back. Which of course made me jump back, throwing the milk everywhere.

I saw a smile on his face.
" Oh this is all funny to you,huh?" I said, rolling my eyes. I Grabbed a cooking towel from my kitchen Cabinet to soak up the milk that I've just wasted.

" It actually brings me great pleasure." He smirked.

I saw he still had a black blazer on and sunglasses.

" You know, its about 10 o'clock at night and your still wearing sunglasses. " I said changing the subject, throwing away the broken carton.

I saw that his dagger smile was now serious and flat as a brick wall.

" Are you blind or Something..?" I asked leaning against the wall,crossing my arms.

" That would be a blessing" he said, taking his finger and swiping it against my table, flicking away whatever dust he must of seen.

I've never been one for holding back, I always did what my gut told me.

So, I did something, I hope wouldn't come to bite me in the ass.

I walked up to him and pulled of the sunglasses. Slowly.
He looked at me, and all I saw was black. Complete darkness, that stared into my soul.

" I didn't want to scare you." He explains, clearing his throat. He looks out into the living room, I guess my couch fascinated him more than me.

I looked up and down his face. I could tell he was waiting for a response .

" I'm not scared." I said at a whisper.

" Don't worry, you soon will be." He said back.
Everything he said always seemed like a threat.

" Who are you?" I force out, because I'm not able to think enough to try and remember anything, or even if I can. Im afraid of what his answer might even be.

" I'm Harry." He states as he walks around the kitchen.

" No. I mean, what are you, why can I see you, why everything." My new questions make him turn around.

" I'm your shadow." He says simply, ignoring the others I asked him. me, being confused enough with his first answer I don't pay much attention to it.

" Everyone has one just no one knows, But you." He can tell I'm waiting for a little more information.

" In simpler words; control your fait, and everything bad that happens to you." He says it so casually, that my jaw drops.

Everything is his fault.

" So Back there.. On my birthday night. When..." I have tears in my eyes, but I know he would enjoy to see them fall.