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Chapter 34: Dreaming, following

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It’s so cold. The wind blows my hair and in my eyes. Where did this wind come from? I looked around. I was on a stone balcony of sort looking over a city. The city view was breath taking. Shining lights and cars that looked like ants on a trail. The city always had a busy hustle and bustle at any time of day. The sky was an enveloping black that bore no stars because of pollution. The moon was a motionless balloon that gave me light and reflected off my blood red dress.  I was standing on the edge. My satin dress delicately scraped the floor. The material was soft and luxurious with a daring neckline that ended just below my breasts.

I walked back inside into the building which seemed to be holding a party. The music was slow and sinister. High pitches of violin and low moans of piano meshed together. The building looked grand. A high rise ceiling painted cream and a diamond chandelier hung in the middle. The chandelier was teardrop shape that looked like it was about to fall any second.

Suddenly the air went ice cold and slithered down my spine. I shivered. The air was knocked out of my lungs and I have no dea what had caused it. Faceless figures danced around the room hand in hand. The women wore jewels of pearls and the gentlemen black bowties around their neck. The figures were creepy because even though they didn’t have facial features, I felt they were staring at me, As if waiting for something to happen-to me.

I admired the vintage décor  of the room. It’s almost like I was in a different era. During my admiration, a stone hand grabbed my waist and lead me to the dance floor. Something in me told me to resist but I had no control of my body.

Together the featureless man and I gracefully moved around the four corners of the room. And then everything stopped.

Pin drop silence and all heads turned to me.

I felt a tugging at my arms and when I looked down I was tied. Tied to a wooden chair that was stronger than it looked. The figuress grew faces as the violin pitch grew louder and higher and the deep tones of the piano reached lower. It’s almost as if the music was growing their features.

Familiar features.

Cold ice eyes that looked as if they had never seen any happiness. Dark hair swept across his head slightly onto his forehead. And lips tainted the colour violence.

The man who had gripped my arm to dance stepped towards me. Danger reflected over his eyes and the shine of the knife that was held in the hands of the doe eyes. I tried to move but my body was frozen. The figure got close, too close. In a swift move, doe eyes punctured the knife through me. I felt my insides freeze, literally. It felt as cold as dry ice seeping through my main arteries. Frost raced up my chest but didn't melt against my skin that felt a thousand degrees.

I felt like screaming but my voice has disappeared in this mad world that I’m in. No blood leaked from my stab. But it felt like it. The knife was retracted from me and it felt a thousand times worse.

The ropes disappeared and so did the chair. I lay in my bed waiting motionlessly for the pain to subside.

“You’ll never escape me.” An all too familiar voice cackled through my hear, shaking it at every word.

“You never did.”

Harry’s POV

“Thank you New York! You were amazing.” I said through the microphone.

“Thank you! We wouldn’t be anywhere without you!” Liam hollered. For a second I flashbacked to my ringlet-curled haired self with my signature scarf.