Survivor (Rewriting)

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She is a hard woman to be with. She will, without any hesitation, threaten to take your life. She'll be very detailed with the way she'll do it and she'll even tell you that she will say goodbye to your soul as it leaves from your body which is fucking scary. So, yeah, I never know anything about my mother and I don't ever want to.

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I hear harry groan which makes me look up from my laptop. I see him shift under the blanket and try to sit up. I noticed that he forgot where he was. So when he felt the rope that's probably breaking his skin, he instantly jumps making me sit up straighter and lean over and place my hand on his back.

"Hey, calm down." I softly tell him, not wanting to freak him out more than my mother already freaked him out. I'm a flash, he looks over at me. "Oh." He said a bit disappointed when he saw me and I won't lie and say that it didn't hurt me. I give him a sad smile as I sit back down.

"Did she leave?" Harry whispers and if he was a little bit quieter, I would have totally missed the question he asked. "Yeah, most likely won't come back until tomorrow morning. She is-" I look up to see his soft features. He already looks so innocent and pure and I didn't want to take that away so I didn't finish my original sentence

"-um, she always does this. Leaves early in the morning and comes the next morning. You have a free day-" I stop once again as my eyes adjust to the darkness of the room. That's when I see something on his face, well around his eye, "she hit you!" I ask, not wanting to believe my mother put harm to Harry's beautiful face. I don't wasn't a minute— a second — to stand up. I was even more shocked. My mother doesn't hit people, she says there is no point into wasting their life or something stupid like that. She only kills people because she can't wait to feel the rush of adrenaline that goes through her body as she takes a life from someone.

"I-It's nothing." He says, as he looks away from me. His curls hides his bruised eye, not wanting me to see the mark. "Harry, it's everything." I say as I moved his hair out of the way to see the black eye that is already formed.

"When was this? I didn't hear any screaming or anything." I quietly say as I softly touch the bruise that is on him. "Middle of the night." He whispers as he flinches, I quickly take my hand away from eye.

"Harry , I'm so sorry." I didn't want my mother hurting anyone anymore, but more importantly, I don't want Harry to get hurt anymore. It's only been one day and I cannot bear to see him in pain much longer. "I'm not going to let her hurt you again." I say without thoroughly thinking my words through. "H-How? She's crazy and I-I don't think anyone can stop her." He doesn't make eye contact, I think he is scared of me which only pains me even more. I could tell in his voice he was more scared than he was yesterday. Only if I could take all his worries away, I would do it in an instant.

"I'll talk to her, she trusts me more than anything. I am her child after all, the only one left." I mumble the last part not really wanting him to hear it. He looks up at me and I couldn't help but notice how he looks so hopeless.

"Don't give up now Harry, you just started. I-I'll get you out of here, okay? Just trust me, that's all I need. Okay?" I assure him, he looks at me. If he doesn't trust me, then I don't know if any plan would work. "Okay." He quietly says with a soft nod. I stand up again and take a deep breath. Then, I help him up.

"What are you doing?" He looks down at me, confused on my sudden movements. "She will come and then find you and kill you without even thinking about it. Even though I met you Harry, I don't want you dead harry." I quietly admit to him.

"I-I won't try anything." He stutters and I look up at him. I nod as I go over to untie his legs. Once I untie his legs, he kicks my leg making me grunt in pain and fall. I sigh knowing he would do something like this. I get up, despite the awful pain and run after him. He opens the door to the basement and leaves it open as he runs out. I pick my pace up and look over to see that he is getting close to the front door. I run over and grab his hand as he tries to unlock the door. I pull him back and stare him in the eyes. He pants as he looks at me, out of breath.