Green eyed boy

Dreams really do come true.

I was running like hell, it was freezing, there was someone following me I could hear there footsteps. Branches bending to their needs and then snapping it was the same with leaves. Their steps becoming even more so prominent, their breathe became the wind blowing on my neck, they're hands gripping onto my waist pulling me into them I screamed thrashing around praying I would wake up.

Wake up Emily, wake up.

I screamed some more only to have their hand placed over my mouth, then falling to wrap around my  shoulder to have me face them.

Those green eyes still haunting my dreams my every waking moment it seemed, they were dark so dark before I could place them, he rested his hands on my neck his thumbs grazing over my chin. A peaceful silence and then a snap.

I woke up screaming panting, grasping hold of the blanket I had draped over myself when I began reading, I was in the library Perrie had shown me a couple of days before, it had become my hiding place, it had been a week of silence between us nothing but glances horrid glances filled with pain and resentment. Perrie showed me this place so I could get a piece of mind and a place to hide away from harry.

It was dark eerily dark as the ceiling to floor window had shown the full moon, it must have been around midnight or something like that as I crept out of the library to get a glass of water and food.

'Oh sorry I muttered to whoever I had run into
"Its fine, was that you?" He asked, one week and that's what he says. come on Emily what did you expect him to pick you up twirl you around out and spill his undying love for you. Not
'Was what me?' I asked looking down at my feet
"All that screaming was that you?"
'Oh yeah s-sorry about that did I-I wake you?' I asked barely making contact with his eyes 
" I was barely asleep anyways what was all the screaming about?"
'Uhm nothing really sorry about that ' I spoke walking back into my safe little hide away only to have him follow me
"Didn't seem like nothing you were screaming your head off" He scoffed
' It was just a bad dream..'
"A nightmare, what about?" he questioned
' Just the usual ' I muttered 
"Do these happen all the time?"
' Every night since I was twelve I think." I spoke stopping for a moment to think
"Every night?!" he shouted
'Uh yes, I-I believe so..' I spoke squirming under his stare
"Emily do you scream every night?" He asked pushing further into the topic
' Yes okay now I would really like to get back to my book so please,I don't want to talk about this anymore. ' memories all flashing back as I walked away
"No we need to talk about this!" He spoke grabbing my elbow
' Now you wanna talk you've been avoiding me for the past week and if it wasn't avoiding it was you giving me looks that could kill. This is the last thing I ever wanna talk about. What is it? What do you wanna know?' my voice cracking 
"Emily what your nightmares about?" He spoke totally avoiding my question
' Nothing okay, I need sleep. So good night harry. 'I spoke turning around to walk into the library door locking it behind me

But he never did come knocking on the door asking for an explanation, not when I slowly fell asleep against the door not when I woke up once again from the nightmare I had nor when the sun came up telling me I once again I hadn't gotten a decent amount of sleep for what was the eighth night in a row

As I walked down the hallway into the kitchen 
"Well someone's up early" Liam laughed taking in what I believe to be my horrendous appearance
' Hahah make me some coffee, loser ' I growled pulling my hair into a pitiful excuse of a bun
"get any sleep?"
'mhmm' I mumbled sitting down on one of the stools
"The bags under your eyes would state other wise" he spoke emphasizing the word bags
' Thanks for noticing I try really hard to lose as much sleep as possible ' I spat dragging my hands over my face
"sorry em here's your coffee" he spoke handing the god given gift 

 I walked out of the kitchen only to run into none thee other Lacy and Harry. As the hot coffee spilled down my sweatshirt burning my skin in the process Lacy just giggled speaking "Awh did someone spill coffee all over themselves?" she spoke in a baby voice
' Yes bitch and I do believe it was all your fault '
"-gasp-why would do such a thing like that" she spoke grinning
"Lacy that's enough" Harry spoke
' Yeah Harry keep your bitch on a leash ' I spoke sauntering away only to here lacy screech "Harry do something don't just let that whore get away with calling me a real bitch" god she is so stupid
I'd gone upstairs to change out of my now drenched sweatshirt
' god sometimes I just want to wrap my hands around that little neck of hers and- '
" Tsk- tsk Emily do you really wanna finish that sentence "
' Well I would really like to put that sentence into action '
" oh no Emily stop your going to hurt me, you're pathetic get over your self and get over Harry got it" Lacy snarled
'Oh please your little boy toy was so pulling the moves ' I snapped my nails seething into my palm
" god you really are pathetic whore, is that what you tell yourself at night just so you don't ever think of the real possibility? "
' what real possibility? ' I spoke
" oh you know the one were he sees you for what you really are, nothing but a pathetic little girl who sooner or later will become a meal" she sneered " but for the record Emily it was nice knowing ya" she then walked out of my room swaying her hips and throw me a smirk over her shoulders

Maybe it was the way she walked out of my room or maybe it was the fact that she had the audacity to smirk at me but the next thing I knew I was running over to her pulling her hair to have her face me only to snap her neck.

I was paralyzed, the next few minutes were silent. I felt sick so sick. I just slumped down to my knees picking her lifeless body up screaming for help, I don't know what came over me or why it happened but I felt like a monster. I was a murderer, tears streaming down my face I didn't want this. Oh what about Harry he would hate me, I know I do. Everything became alive again my screaming the thudding of foot step running up the stairs the gasps that echoed out of the boy's mouth  and Harry his arms quickly to scoop me up as he whispered to me "it's okay I know it hurts I know you might feel like a monster but you're OK you're okay now" I just shook my head ' No this isn't ok Harry I-I killed someone not just anybody your-your girlfriend '  he silently shook his head "Emily" he whispered 'it wasn't for real she wasn't real I mean I know she was living in any way a vampire can live but she wasn't mine to have hell she wasn't even supposed to be a vampire but someone turned her I know I know you feel terrible maybe god awful but this wasn't your fault it was mine it was all mine I should have told you" he paused 'told me what Harry?'  I whispered he quickly looked at me those dark green eyes piercing into my soul he read me like an open book hell I wanted him to read me like an open book for the longest time I wanted somebody to understand what I'm saying what I'm thinking without me having to speak and a little part of me secretly wished it was Harry that was doing it nobody else but all wishes come to an end he dropped his gaze telling me it was nothing I just cried some more. Liam spoke telling me it was okay they would handle it but it didn't make me feel any better it actually made me feel worse

As soon as those words departed his mouth I ran bring into the only place I could think of my library it was getting colder you could tell by the frost etchings way onto the window I wished for snow it was a sign of purity and cleansing, something I deeply needed I knew I wouldn't feel the same I mean who does after killing someone even if she was already dead it didn't mean any difference I still felt sick and she was still dead and Harry,  I didn't know where he stood.