Binding Rules

NO! (62nd Chapter)

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Harmony’s POV:
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“NO!” I hear a faint yell, causing me to question myself about the owner of the familiar voice. I know this voice; he’s the same person that my heart still beats for, he's the same person that witnessed me dying. Did I die? I can’t tell, because my brain is still working most of the time. I have heard some cries before, so I assumed that it was my burial day.




But how could I hear when I am dead. Could it be my spirit? I once read that spirits keep floating, until they settle down for judgment’s day. But is it possible that I could function, even when I’m dead? “(He whimpers his yells) NO! YOU BASTARD DON’T TOUCH HER! HARMONY DON’T DIE!” Why is he begging me not to die? Could I still be alive? Focus, Harmony. How could I be able to hear his voice? I feel numb… no I feel stiffened, not numb. Maybe I could try opening my eyes?




Come on lifeless body, work with me. I pressure myself to open my eyes, but there is no motivation for a successful result. “HARMONY I NEED YOU! DON’T LEAVE ME THIS SOON! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH! STAY WITH ME!” Hearing the voice of Harry cracking, my inner strength revives my numb self. I force my eyelids to open, and I feel them shiver; but not fully opening. Do it for Harry, just do it for Harry. I push my eyes to open, but I wish I hadn’t. A huge beaming light stroke my pupils, forcing me to close them again.




Maybe I’m in heaven? The only thing I could do to find out is to open my eyes again. Once I open them, they get hit by the same light; but this time I force them to stay wide.“Harry…” I try talking, but my voice is gone. Try again; you should gain your strength. Remember he told you that he gains his strength from you? I nod to myself, surprised that my head actually responded.




My eyes begin to clear the surrounding, finding myself in a closed room. The light that my eyes feared, turned out to be a spotlight aimed at my face. I look lower, as I notice my hair length grew. It seems like a dream, but everything is so real? Could I have really survived? Am I still alive? “Harry.” I call, this time my voice sounding like an old lady; clearly from the dryness of my lungs. I try clearing my throat, but it hurts massively.




“HARMONY YOU HAVE TO WAKE UP! PLEASE DON’T LEAVE ME! I SWEAR THAT I NEVER LOVED ANYONE AS MUCH AS I LOVE YOU!” Now, I could hear the voice perfectly; its so near and it sounds like inches away. I glance left and right, but no one is there. I must be hallucinating; maybe my mind is damaged after being shot? Push those lungs, Harmony. I suck in a deep breath, feeling the oxygen rushing through my mouth.




“HARRY!!!” I yell with all my mighty, but then I whimper from the ache in my throat. Right below my mattress, a head pops instantly. I blink my eyes, fearing the person that is shadowed by the darkness of the room. His face begins to narrow, approaching me closer. I count the seconds slowly, fearing that it might be Jack. He could be here, he might have locked me up somewhere! As his face begins to draw closer to the spot light, two green eyes glitter through the rays; making me gasp.




I can’t move my hands, neither could I move my legs; the only thing I could is my head. My head begins to shake rapidly, not believing that Harry’s here… with me. Where are we? “(He whispers, not finding the ability to breath from shock. His eyes squint from the nightmare he was witnessing in his sleep) Harmony?” I nod, and that’s when he yells:“NURSE! ANYBODY! HELP! SHE’S AWAKE!” He stands up, cupping my cheeks with his hands. God have I missed the feeling of his skin on mine… thank you lord for making me live to see him again... to feel him again.