Survivor (Rewriting)

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"Goodingy, McGey." i softly say to him as I turn around making my back face him. "Goodnight, McJey." I hear him say making me smile even more before I fall into a much needed sleep.

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I woke up in the middle of the night to someone talking a bit. I furrow my eyebrows and turn around and see harry talking in his sleep. "P-Please don't hurt her." He barely stutters, if I wasn't so close to him I would've missed the quiet sentence. He was shaking as the sweat on his forehead made his curly brown hair stick on him.

"Harry." I quietly shake him. "No, no, no, no." He says over and over again making me worried. I shake him harder. "Harry!" I whisper shout, not wanting to wake my mother up. Soon after, he jumps up from his sleep.  He looks at me and his eyes were widen. His lips were slightly parted too.

"You are just dreaming, everything is okay and no one is hurt." I quickly assure him. "Y-You're okay?" He asks me in a state of disbelief, I furrow my eyebrows slightly confused by his statement. "Of course I'm okay. Is something wrong?" I ask him, wondering what is going through his mind right now to think I'm not okay.

"S-She was going to kill her." He suffers as he tells me his awful dream. He doesn't waste a moment to sit up straighter. "Who was going to kill who?" I ask, confused by everything. I gently place my hand on his shoulder. He was sitting on his knees facing me with his hands in his hair. He seems really stressed out.

"I-I-" He stutters, not able to make a full sentence. "Hey, it's okay. You don't have to explain anything. Take a few deep breaths." I quietly suggest as K grab his forearm and pull him back down.

I was surprised, I mean really surprised when he wrapped his arms around me. His face was nuzzled in the crook of my neck. He needs comfort, he did have a dream about someone getting killed. I grab a piece of his hair and start braiding it. I don't know why but I do and it seemed to calm him down.

"It's okay, everything will soon be back to normal for you." I quietly remind him one more time. I witness him slowly fall asleep as I think about everything that has happened lately. I need to get him o it of her or else he won't survive.

I wake up with Harry's arms still around me. I look down and see he is still asleep. I decide to stay still, not wanting to risk the chances of him waking up due to me moving. I relax in his hold as my fingers find their way into his messy curly hair once again. I play with his locks as I think about his situation once again.

My mother kidnapped this boy for God knows what reason. He is, most likely, an innocent eighteen year old boy. But, what was he doing in the middle of the woods in February? It was mostly like cold to but why was he in the woods at all?

My thoughts were interrupted by Harry letting out a soft sigh. I look down at him and noticed how he looked so peaceful. It only made me feel even worse about this whole situation. I wonder if he has a girlfriend back home. His family is definitely worried about him. I felt him move once again making my movements stop. I look down and see him opening his eyes.

"Good morning." I brightly say to him. His eyes widen a bit as he moves away from me. The small, but hurtful, gesture made me sad. "S-Sorry! I d-didn't mean to fall asleep on you." He quickly apologizes making me softly chuckle despite the sadness that ran through me. "It's okay." I tell him, hoping he would feel better, as I get up.

I go over to my drawer and I grab a short sleeved t-shirt that was grey. I also pick out dark blue jeans. I look down at my watch. It's eight in the morning, the latest my mother ever let me sleep in. Speaking of the devil, I hear a knock on the door, indicating it was my mother since she is the only other person that lives here. I look over at the door. I drop the clothes I had on and go over to the door.

I look back at harry, who was already looking at me. I take a deep breath and then I open the door. "Mother." I smile when I see her. "Hello Amelía Rose." She smiles when she sees me, she sound a bit too happy, why is she a bit too happy? I furrow my eyebrows. O look down at her hand. I noticed that her hand was stained with something that was red. "Mother did you," I drift off hoping she would understand.

"Yes and I had an amazing time! It was so fun!" She says too happy and thrilled with her actions.

"Oh." Was all I could say as I look at her hands that was covered with blood minutes ago. "Yes. I was so happy. I have to teach you how to kill one day!" She excitedly beams, clapping her stained hands. "It can't be anytime soon though because y-you have Fred in the house." I stutter, finding an excuse to not have to learn how to kill.

"I have a plan." She chuckles and I widen my eyes.

"A plan?" I question her.

"Yes, a plan. A way to get rid of henry." She states firmly making my eyes widen and my heart drop.

"O-Oh. Um, talk to me about it later. I think he is about to wake up. Don't want him to hear." I find an excuse for her to not say anything while Harry can hear everything we are talking about. "You are absolutely right. I'll be downstairs." She tells me. I can only nod as she turns around and leaves. I close my door and lock it.

"She's gonna get rid of me?" I hear Harry's sweet and delicate voice say. I quickly turn around, and see how scared he looks. "No, she isn't. I won't allow her." I assure him as I step closer to him and he automatically steps away.

"Your mother is actually crazy." He says quietly as if he is scared of me. Does he think I'm actually going to hurt him, or kill him even. I step closer to him again but he just stepped back, again. "D-Don't come near me! W-What if you're like her?" He accuses which  makes me stop dead in my tracks and look right at him.

"Did you just say I'm like my mother?" I ask him, angry that he could even think of something like that. "It can run in your DNA!" He defends himself and I can only scoff at his stupid accusation. "I'm absolutely nothing like my mother and you know that so do not even go there. Do you know how low that is?" I ask him with the anger only building up inside of me. He doesn't say anything so I scoff once again. "Well, spoiler alert, it's pretty low." I say as I walk over to my clothes.

I pick them up as I walk into my bathroom that was also in my room. I shut the door. I lean my  back against the wooden door and take a deep breath.

I took a very long shower to avoid being around Harry. Only because he accused me of something that made me re-think my entire life, I'm not going to stop protecting him from my mother. I'm still going to help him get out because it would be even lower of me to just stop, technically, saving his life. I dry my hair as I hear a little knock on the door.

"Hmm?" I say loud enough for the other person to here. "I-I'm sorry." I hear Harry's quiet voice say through the door. I don't reply to him, only because I wouldn't know how to. I've never been in an argument with a boy before. Besides my brother but he isn't in the picture anymore. I've only lived with my mother ever since I was fourteen until now. I finish drying my brown hair and unplug the dryer. I put it back in the cabinet and wash my face.

I open the door and see Harry there. "I was just scared." He quickly tells me. "You do realize that I would never put you in any harm or danger?" I ask him as I walk around him. i walk up to my desk and grab my laptop. I open it and sit down.

"I know it's just that, I'm being held hostage by your mother. I'm not sure what she's like and I'm not sure what you are like. I don't  know if I'm suppose to feel safe with you or not." He rants to me. I don't respond, deciding to be petty and put type password in. After a few seconds, I turn around and look at him.

"If I wanted you dead I'm sure my mother would've killed you already. I, personally, don't know why she kidnapped you. I don't know why she brought you here. I'm just her daughter, a girl that came out it of her. I'm not her psychotic partner who will kill people just for fun. That's not me believe it or not." I mumble, clearly upset that I'm having this conversation with him.

He looks at me with guilt. "I get that you're scared but don't you think if I had a say in this, or anything, things would be different?" I softly ask him and he only responds with a soft sighs.

"I'm sorry." He whispers, making me roll my lips into a thin line.

"I know." I say as I turn back around and begin to do do my online school.