Silent Screams » Harry Styles

Chapter 14

(Harry's POV)

Right as I hop out of the window, I regret it. I can't leave her in there. I'm a monster, I know I am, but there's something keeping me back from leaving Annaliese in there to die. It feels like a needle keeps poking my heart and I know this is wrong. I know that I need to go back but I have been ordered not to. I was told to leave her in there to die. But the funny thing is, while I'm thinking all of this; I'm running into the house trying to save her.

"I can't just fucking leave her in there!" I shout to myself

I think of Annaliese and how beautiful she is. The way her soft lips felt against mine, the way her long dark hair cascades over her shoulders, and the way her eyes looked at mine when I came out of that window. I would never be able to forgive myself if I know that I'm the reason why she's dead. That dark cloud of guilt will always hang over my head, knowing that I took away her beautiful life. I know that a she's suffocating right now, trying to hold on to the last moments of her life, and that pains me.

Run faster.

I burst through the flaming doors, not caring what degree of a burn I get. Any pain is worth it if it means saving Annaliese. I know that she hates me. She really fucking hates me right now and I don't blame her. I would hate me too.

I see Annaliese in the chair and she is as white as a sheet. She looks almost ghost-like sitting in that chair. The chair that I tied her into. I'm such a fucking douche bag. Why did do that in the first place? I untie her hands and her feet and carry her limp body through the doors. The house is slowly burning down and I the path to the door is narrow. It's either suffer outside or die inside.

And I'm definitely not letting Annaliese die.

* * * * *

After a few minutes of running, her breathing has gone back to normal. She was wheezing moments ago, and her body is still limp. I lay her down onto the cool surface of the floor of another abandoned house I found. I dab her forehead with a wet cloth until I see her move slightly. She wakes up and attempts to sit up. I suppose that she's lightheaded, and I give her a glass of water. She doesn't say a single word and I know that she doesn't plan on speaking to me. Yet again, I don't blame her.

She watches me with her big brown eyes and I can see every emotion she feels. Hatred, sadness, and most of all: betrayal.

She rocks back and forth and I contemplate whether I should comfort her or not. I put my arm around her waist and she puts her head on my shoulder. This catches me by surprise and she looks up at me.

"Why?" she croaks and I look up at the ceiling as if the answer is written there.

*flashback*

"I need you to kill her."

"What?"

"I need you to kill her. She's not willing to give information and she's useless to us. Plus, I don't need you two falling in love and making this is some type of love story. You have to kill her today." Agent Slade demands.

"I can't kill her!" I exclaim

"What do you mean you can't kill her?" he asks roughly and then his voice softens. He sounds amused.

"You're in love with her aren't you?"

I look out the window to where she is sitting on the front porch. She swings her legs back and forth on the chair as she looks up at the sky. The light breeze makes her hair flow, making it look like she's in one of those dramatic movies. She's so beautiful, and I can't kill her.

"Yeah, I guess I am." I sigh into the phone

"To love is to kill. And this time, literally."

"Agent Slade, I can't-"

"I need her dead in seven hours or you'll be the dead one." he says and hangs up the phone.

I listen to the beeping going through the phone before I throw it onto the bed. I walk over to the window and place my hand over the cool glass. A single tear runs down my cheek, and I look at her once more before I become a monster.

"I'm sorry Annaliese," I whisper, "I'm so sorry."

*flashback ends*

I sigh and try to think of an answer she wants to hear. I am not the one that says nice things to people, so this is very difficult for me. I know she was expecting for me to love her with all my heart and not hurt her. I was expecting that too. I never wanted harm her in any way, shape, or form, but I was ordered to. I listened to what Agent Slade said instead of listening to my heart. And that was the biggest mistake I've ever made.

Why would anybody want to hurt Annaliese? I mean, look at her. She's so harmless and fragile; I would have never been able to leave her in that house to die. She's one of a kind and she doesn't deserve to die. In the beginning I had no idea what I had gotten myself into. I thought I was going to go in there and be able to abuse whoever was inside of that house. Instead, I found Annaliese. And after the way she looked at me when I held that gun to her head, I knew. I can't hurt her.

There's something holding me back, and I haven't felt this emotion in so long. I love Annaliese. I know I love her, and I can only hope that she loves me back.

I take a deep breath and I say, "To love is to kill."