Still

Chapter Three

"How could you?" Harry asked me, scarlet blood dripping from his hairline in thick drops. I could hear the blood drip onto the reflective pool underneath our feet.

"I don't know what you're talking about," I told him, backing up. He kept getting closer and closer; his dark brown eyes drilling holes into mine.

Harry looked atrocious, but I couldn't say that, especially after what had happened to him. All that seemed to matter at the moment, however, was the fact that he was here, and he was angry. He seemed much paler than he was when I first saw him, too, which could have only been because of how much blood he was loosing. It was either because of that, or--

"You took it," Harry whispered, but it rang loud in my ears. "You took it."

"Took what?"

Even with his weakened state, he ran at me, grabbing me by the shoulders. I could feel his fingernails dig into my skin, but I couldn't move. I couldn't even struggle. The blood continued to drip from his forehead, going drip drip drip drip. Each drop became thicker and darker, as if it was less fresh by the second.

"You took it from me, you took it from me!" Harry screamed, spitting in my face in the process.

"What did I take?" I asked, because I honestly had no clue. What was so important that he needed to see me for it?

The black nothingness around us became bright, as if someone was taking a picture with the flash turned all. Harry had let go of me, and I shielded my eyes from the sudden light. There was nothing to signal that it was over, so I continued to hide my face. However, a cool breeze had settled in, and I could sense that the air had become damp, as if I was outside after a rainstorm. I could smell the rain, too, although it had passed quite a while ago.

"Are you okay?"

A hand touched my shoulder, and I jumped away from it. My hands were no longer cupped around my eyes, and I was able to see that I was no longer wherever I was before.

It looked like it was morning, and a white sun began to rise in the east, lighting up the sky in pinks and oranges. I could hear the wind rustling through the trees, as fireflies danced around. Although they couldn't have been fireflies, since they were out in daylight. I thought they only came out at night...

"I'm sorry about that, by the way."

I turned away from the woods, and saw a smiling figure. Harry looked a lot more clean and alive, as he looked at me sympathetically. Something drew me towards him, and I could feel my bare feet walk me towards him.

"I hope he didn't scare you," Harry told me, reaching out for my hand with gloved fingers.

"I'm in your drawing, aren't I?" I asked, giving him my hand.

Harry nodded, and pulled me closer to him. He smelled like soap, which couldn't be realistic to whatever fantasy world we were in. Wasn't it that only royalty had soap? Or maybe everyone had soap, but the villagers never had time to wash up. They didn't exactly teach about Medevial hygiene in school.

"You want it back now, don't you?" I said, frowning.

Harry nodded again, but he wouldn't look me in the eyes. Even with a firm grip on my hand, he continied to ignore me, and just looked at the woods, as if he was expecting something important to happen. Maybe something big was going to happen.

There was a quick squeeze at my hand, as if Harry was trying to reassure me of something that obviously hadn't happened yet. I felt at peace with this new world, and if I had to stay there with Harry, I think I would have been just fine with it. We just watched the fairies flutter together as the sun rose in the sky.