Shattered

Chapter Sixteen

Holy crapoli macoroni and cheese it's already the SIXTEENTH CHAPTER?!!?!? I legit feel like I started this story yesterday *tear falls down cheek*

But seriously guys thank you SO much like I started this story with a crummy plot a laptop and a Wattpad account and I never thought that I would get this far and I owe it all to you guys <3

BUT enough with the sad stuff because I'm gonna cry but I still have SO much planned for this story so PLEASE continue reading and commenting and voting because I LUH YOU GUYS SO MUCH AND THANK YOU GUYS AND HAPPY READING THAAAAANKS

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As soon as I heard the car screech out of the driveway, I made my way down the stairs, to, hopefully, where the girl still was. I tiptoed down the stairs and popped my head around the staircase, where thankfully, the shaky girl was laying.

"Oh! Uh, hi! Y-you're still here?" She asked, quite startled. Ignoring her question, I studied the girl's face. Her cheek bones jutted out on either side of her face and her blonde brown hair stuck to her head. It was dirty and tangled, like it hasn't seen water or a hair brush for months. Her brown eyes held sorrow and saddness. Her lips were pink and chapped, and dried blood dotted them. She looked fragile and unhealthy. I felt extremely sorry for her. I nodded slowly, rememberinng the question she has asked. She smiled a genuine smile, and I stumbled back, completely shocked.

She was an exact replica of Harry.

"What is it? W-What's wrong?" She stood up and put her hands out in front of her. Horrified, my eyes widened. That's when I started remembering.

"No... No... You don't understand... Harry is a bad person... He... Killed... His whole family... He killed his family... Tons of fans... He is crazy... Stay far away from him... Take my word and run..."

I screamed and stumbled back. He killed his family. And I'm just another victim. I needed to get out. I needed to take this girl with me.

"Come." I said. I froze.

I just spoke.

The girl looked at me with shock.

"You can talk?" She whispered. Ignoring her question once again, I ran up the stairs.

"Bad girl doesn't like listening to Harry." Snarled Harry as he walked in the door.

"Where have you gone, precious? Stay with Harry..."

Memories were hitting me like hammers. Why all of a sudden am I remembering everything? Harry was coming closer and I backed away, running into the kitchen. Grabbing a knife I held it out.

"Don't. Move." I said hoarsley. Harry's face twisted with shock and fury.

"Don't tell me what to do."

"YOU'RE A MURDERER!" I screamed. Harry's eyes opened.

"You don't know shit." He growled.

"You killed your family!"

"HOW DO YOU KNOW?!"

"I remember."

"That's impossible. You had anmesia. Poor girl hit with an eighteen wheeler. Tsk, tsk. Didn't look both ways." Harry slowly was walking closer.

"Yeah, well, I remember! I remember! And-and I don't know how but I do! I must have short term anmesia..." It was hard to tell what I was saying because I haven't talked in months.

"YOU'RE PATHETIC! YOU'RE MAKING THIS UP!" Harry screamed. I shook my head.

"No I'm not." Stepping closer to me, Harry was infuriated.