Cigarette Burns/ H.S

C h a p t e r 14

whoever's reading this, ur a cool carrot.

xxxxxxx

She felt him twitch underneath her soft hands that were holding his cheek. Blood was pouring from the left side of his mouth. He was dying and he knew.

"Harry. Who did this to you?" Ava whispered, touching the blood. He choked and coughed. She felt him tremble underneath her. She was furious and she felt it with every beat of her sad heart.

Ava turned and looked at the man that was staring at them with a blank face. He looked so shocked. She stood up and yanked the gun from Harry's hand.

"What have you done?" She asked, looking at him with such a chilling expression it gave the man in front of her chills. This man was the waiter from the restaurant. But this was not like her. Why was she doing this?

"He dese-" she shot him in the thigh. The man fell to his knees, crying out.

"Wrong answer." She murmured before shooting him again. And again. And again. So many times that the bullets of the gun she was holding ran out. Still, she kept pulling the trigger.

Blood. Blood everywhere. On the floor, on the walls, on her. So much blood. She was almost swimming in it.

Ava woke up with a start, sweating and cold. She whimpered as she looked around.

She let out a small gasp. This was her dorm, her sheets she was on, her mirror, her bathroom, her life. It was all back to normal.

Ava stood and almost tripped when she looked at herself in the mirror. She doesn't remember a thing. In fact, the last thing she remembers is Harry saying to get in the car.

She looked at herself, her makeup was smeared and her silky gown she once wore was replaced by a plain black shirt. It smelled deeply of Harry.

She stumbled back. Why can't she remember how she ended up in her dorm. A glimmer in the mirror caught her eye. It was the necklace Niall gave her. She squeezed the small gem and convinced herself she wasn't crazy.

A loud knock scared Ava. She stood up hesitantly, not sure if it was Harry.

"Who is it?" Ava asked, her hand on the knob.

"Open the fucking door, Ava!"

It was Emma. Why was Emma here? Suddenly, she felt embarrassed for what she did at the beach.

She unlocked it and opened it very slowly but Emma pushed it violently open.

"You bitch!" Emma came in, with bright eyes and a brighter smile. "I missed you!" She hugged Ava tightly, a little too tightly.

"What are you-" Ava started, wanting to kick her out and maybe mentally taking back regretting the beach incident.

"Oh I forgive you!" She cut her off with a wave of her hand, letting her go and giving her a once over. A dirty one.

"Did you catch an STD from him yet? Don't worry, he's clean, I would know." Emma winked and looked around her room.

Ava stood, confused. She doesn't really think Harry would never sleep with someone like Emma. Although, she didn't know him that well.

"You need to leave." Ava swallowed, tugging at the corner of the shirt, not wanting a fight right now.

Emma slumped her shoulders and sat on the bed. "Ugh, I'm sorry I acted bitchy at the beach if that's what you're mad about, Ava." She sighed, rolling her eyes. She looked at her nails and clicked her tongue.