MORGAN'S POV
"HARRY". I scream.
Liam's face boils red.
His hand slaps across my mouth causing it to shutter close.
"You idiot, keep your voice down. Or". Liam begins starring down to his hands.
"Or?". I stutter.
"Or Im going to have to kill you". He says.
His chipped nails turn into long daggers.
Pointed and sharp.
It felt like my heart had stopped.
"Liam this isn't you". I mutter out.
"Then who is it?". He says.
His body inches closer to mine.
"Him". I say quietly.
He moves closer, I could feel his hot breathe on my neck.
"And who's him?". He whispers.
"You know who I'm talking about". I say pulling away from him.
My wrist begins to burn.
It must of been something he was playing on me.
I stare down to my wrist.
The black tattoo was glowing red.
"What are you doing to me?". I ask holding up my wrist.
He grits his teeth shut.
"That's not me". He says anger raising by the second.
"Than who is it?". I ask.
"The man up above". He says.
If his eyes weren't already the darkest shade of black I didn't know how they could get any darker.
"HIS GOING TO WRECK THIS". He screams hitting a punch across my jaw.
I stumble of the bed and hit the wooden flooring with a thud.
I place my hand on my jaw and rub over the pain.
I didn't dare say another word.
I didn't dare to move.
So I just laid there in fear of what would happen next.
I tilt my head up slightly so I could stare at Liam's face.
He didn't look like Liam anymore.
He didn't have his deep brown eyes and olive skin.
His eyes were pure black and his skin was slowly bubbling out to soft pale colour.
Whatever was happening to him was inhuman.
I knew deep down Liam was in there.
I knew that the boy I had grown up with was still vacant in himself.
I just needed to get that out of him.
And get that out of him fast.
HARRY'S POV
My arm was burning un controllably.
The impact of the wind hitting it harshly wasn't doing it any justice either.
It felt like something was under Neath my skin trying to break free.
I wanted to scream the pain was unbearable.
It was getting worse by the second.
I tilt my head and look at Louis.
He raises his eyebrows sympathetically before mouthing a 'What's Wrong?'.
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Are You Afraid Of The Dark
Fanfiction17 year old Morgan Cassidy is forced to spend her Summer at Cheshire's Mental institution. The idea seemed completely oblivious to her. Why would she want to spend her summer here and not with her friends? Her illness wasn't bad. Well it was but com...
