Unhuman ≫ h.s.

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So I updated and yeah. Sorry for the spelling mistakes and it's so freaking short but that's only cuz I swear I'm updating in like two days. -ozzie

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I watched him, his tall frame leaning in holding me to his chest as the rain poured down over us. My face nuzzled in his neck as his curls tickled at my skin. His smell a musk and earthy tint to it, and his embrace around me was strong, we were so happy in that moment. The need for him was so strong, I was with him for a moment and then I was gone the next. My mind and body were distant, it wasn't dark like I imagined it would, not like death should feel. My eyes adjusted to the white light, And I was again alone encased in these white walls.

A room encasing me, with only a chair, a table, and a piece of paper. A door as well, not that it was of any use because it was locked. Still everyday I tried to open it, I had begin to count the days. I was worried about my mind and the state it was in-which I'm assuming was very poor.

It's strange, I'm not hungry, nor do I have any other physical needs at I used to when I was....alive. Sometimes I talk to myself, pretend that I'm talking to Harry. When it's been a long day I sometimes re-position the table. As I walked on the tiled floor I shivered. It felt cool against my bare feet. I only move the table because it gets boring in here. So boring, well for a person like me.

I miss him, so so so much it's been 8 months since I woke up in this room and not seeing his face and hearing his voice has depressed me. I have time to replay each and every moment of that day, I can't even wrap around the concept. I'm just glad that I cleared the air and told him everything I should've. It was true, I loved him, I missed him, and when I thought of how much I loved him it made me miss him even more.

I wasn't exactly making it easier for myself, I wanted to move on but I couldn't, I couldn't let go, I guess from life but not him. I could never let go of him. I sat down in the corner and cried, cried for what seemed days and it probably had been a few days. My hands bunched in the white cloth dress that barely reached my knees. I can't imagine what I look like, I really can't. None of it matters anymore, maybe it didn't even matter in the first place. I question everything now.

My head shot up when I heard a distinct knock on the door. I stood to my feet and sat in my chair placing my hands on the table. Of course I'm not going to answer the door! I mean for all I know I could've have imagined that, the doors locked anyway so, it really doesn't matter. My body was motionless when I heard the door creak open.

" ayye babygirl? Is that how you treat guests? I was expecting more hospitality." An all to familiar voice spoke aloud.

When I turned myself around I saw no other than Clayton. I leapt out of the chair and into his arms. He felt real, he was actually here. I was just thankful that I didn't fall deeper into my crazed state.

"Oh Clayton you have no idea how happy I am to hear your voice, any voice for that matter, I've been driving myself mad!" I exclaimed.

He wrapped his arms around me rocking us side to side.

He leaned his chin on my head, "yeah I know, you'll have to excuse me it was hard finding you, I mean after all you are in purgatory." He explained.

"Purg-a-what?"

"Hah, I'll explain let's just get out of here, this place gives me the creeps." He said shuddering.

I grabbed the paper before leaving that horrible room behind. A saw a long corridor filled with rooms. Just like mine, but they had a small slit of glass, when I turned to my door I saw a small slit. That....wasn't there before, I would've seen it in my 243 days. I peered in to see people dealing with their own battles.