Chapter 11

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by jaureguiftarixx

by jaureguiftarixx

HA! 3! 3 UPDATES IN ONE WEEK!! I just got this idea and my mind wouldn't shut up about it so.....

HARRY POV:

What did I just do?

What will Taylor think?

I thought I promised myself 'no more cheating'?

What will the boys think?

What will Ariana think?

All these questions running in my mind non-stop, as if it was a bird that never stopped flying. But I never knew Ariana's reaction because I ran out of the guest room, and when I came back Taylor was still there, sound asleep. What will she say?

Didn't she told you to tell her anything? A voice inside me said. Yeah but, she'll write a song about me and- Just tell her when you wake up. In the mean time, sleep. Alright subconscious. I let my sleep take over my body and soon, it did.

-Dream-

As a toddling young baby, I would sit, wobbling on my mother's lap while my father lit the candles on my birthday cake. Normally, lights hurt my eyes, but the light coming from the flames was strangely captivating. My first thought when I saw them was

"Ah, they are so beautiful, fire is so pretty"

I'm scared.

For the first time in my life, it dawns me that blood and fire are both red. The whole world has become a giant birthday candle, A twisted joke....... A twisted universe... This is the truth. I run and run. I'm afraid that if I don't run now, I will never again. I scream on the top of my lungs, but I can't hear my own voice. Not when everyone elses death cries are ringing in my ears like this. I'm scared. I'm scared. I'm scared. I'm scared. I'm scared. I don't want to die. I don't want to become like them. Scarlet flames lick all the way to the sky. The candle is stained red. The sky is painted black. It's gruesome. And it's trying to swallow me..... Swallow me whole. I look down at my parents. Except they can't be my parents. Because my parents aren't red, aren't shredded, aren't..... Aren't..... Aren't. I scream a scream that rips my vocal chords. I scream and scream til' I scream no more. But I am granted in no such luxury to keep screaming. A man with a bayonet charges at me. I run as fast as I can, as gunshots resound deafeningly around me. Beside me, someone trips. I turn as I run, and I see Ariana half-dead reaching out, feebly. Her face is covered in tears and blood. A fresh, groveling mess. She reaches a hand, desperate. Her lips are chopped, and overwhelmed by fear that renders her unable to form words. Behind her, the dark shadow of a man looms ominously.

A word that came out from her mouth was "Please....". I offer no assistance. I want to live. I hear the man stabbing her fresh. Finally, a sentence came out from Ariana's bloody mouth. A sentence that made me feel scared. A sentence that made my world fell apart. The sentence she managed to whisper was "I thought I could trust you..". Her face was frozen in a silent scream. Her throat gargles. It looks almost poetic. I run as fast as I can. I run; I run as high as my legs can take me. Until I watch the land below, burning like a lost hell. And then, for some reason, something in me awakens. Something that shouldn't be there. Something that whispers to my ear ---

"Ah, this is beautiful. Fire in so pretty."

I freeze. I stop screaming. I stop running. I collapse. I watch on blood and death everywhere. But.... But none of it reaches me. The world has become a giant birthday candle. A very, very pretty birthday candle, drenched in charming scarlet.

......I'm scared.