Arianna's P.O.V
"Clean, clean.... I need to get clean, No, no no!" I muttered under my breath and scrubbed my hands under the running water. I scrubbed hard, not once stopping. I started to scratch my palms with my nails tearing the skin away and making myself bleed. It was three in the morning and I felt awful, my head was filled with emotions and everytime I looked at myself I saw blood. Blood everywhere. Josh's blood. Jack's blood. And now my blood.
I had been continuously washing my hands in Harry's bathroom for the past half hour. I had to rid myself of the metaphoric blood that was soaked in my skin. It was Josh's funeral today, his family had decided to have it a few days after his death, his family are very catholic and they wanted to let him rest as soon as possible.
Images of that night kept flashing through my head. Josh's sad smile before he pulled the trigger, the glint of pain in his eyes when I told him I wasn't in love with him anymore, The bullet travelling in slow motion towards Jack's chest, the sound of his skull hitting the stone floor as he collapsed.
I felt sick. I turned to the toilet and vomited what little food I had consumed yesterday. Once I had emptied my stomach I stood up and turned back to the sink. I looked up in the mirror on the medicine cabinet. I couldn't even recognise myself. My cheeks were hollow, my eyes had sunk into my skull, My skin was pale. I looked sick. I looked dead.
I lifted up Harrys hoodie and looked at my stomach. You could clearly see my ribs protruding from beneath the skin. It was disgusting. For once in my life I was completely and utterly sickened by the sight of my own body. I had always been at a healthy weight and kept a good figure but this. This was not me, this was some other girl. I had to change.
I heard a splash. I pulled the hoodie back down and looked around. Blood. Dark red, thick blood was dripping from the ceiling, trickling down the walls like from a horror film. I began to panic, Looking around frantically as the blood started to pool around my bare feet. I looked around at the dark room now covered in blood before glancing in the mirror. Josh. Josh was standing behind me in the mirror. I turned around but no one was there.
Bugs and insects came crawling under the door, swimming in the blood and crawling up my legs. I shook them off but they wouldn't budge. I looked back in the mirror, Josh was still stood behind me, A smirk plastered on his face. He brought one of his hands up to his hairline and tugged on the skin of his forehead, peeling it away from his face leaving only muscle and bone behind. He peeled his face half way down before stopping and bringing his other hand up. A gun. The same gun he shot himself with. He held it to his skull.
"You fucking bitch, you did this to me, now you pay, I'm going to make your life a. Living. Breathing. Hell" He growled before pulling the trigger. His half decayed body disintergrating to a pile of ash on the floor behind me.
I turned around. The blood was now knee height. I saw Jack stood in the corner of the room. A grin on his lips. His skin was peeling from his face like it would if you had a sunburn. He laughed loudly, cackling at my fear.
I started hyperventilating as my life flashed before my eyes. I screamed and blacked out, feeling my head hit the cold tiled floor.
"It's alright, Everythings alright, Your safe" I woke up, still lying on the bathroom floor, in Harry's lap. I jolted up right, My head pounding as I did so. The ceiling and the walls were fine, no blood, no bugs, no Jack. No Josh.
A wave of undescribably emotion washed over me as I sat in front of Harry. Tears fell from my eyes as Harry wrapped his arm around my shoulder, pulling me into his embrace. He played with the ends of my hair as he gently rocked me back and forth.
