My Life For Hire (Larry Stylinson AU)[ON HOLD INDEFINITELY]

Chapter 5

Harry's POV

I had that damned feeling again, like I was forgetting something very important: and for the life of me, I cannot remember what it was. THIS IS DRIVING ME MAD! WHY IS THIS HAPPENING!?

I sighed loudly and looked up at the ceiling, oh lord, I need a life.

I've been in this room all day, I refused to come out. I don't know why, but I didn't want to come out. I want to stay in this room the rest of my life, I wanted to die in this room... as strange as it sounds.

Okay, okay. I didn't want to die in this room, I want to die in a cow's mouth. I want to die in a man eating cow's mouth. Yep. That's how I plan to leave this world.

I felt myself drifting, I was tired. But why? I had slept like half the day away, I slept all day yesterday too. I SHOULDN'T BE TIRED!

I shook my head slightly for no reason, this was rubbish. I should not be tired, and I should not be here. I should be with my mum, I should hear her yelling at me for doing something totally irrelevant that I shouldn't have done. I missed her screaming at me, I missed her slapping and kicking me. I missed the fake apologisies she used to give me when I began to cry and yell at her back.

The one thing I never did, was lay a hand on her. No matter how many times she's hit me, and deserved to be hit back. I'd never lay another hand on a woman, even if my life depended on it. There is no use to it really. You'd totally regret it later, you can deny your remourse all you want about hitting woman, but it'll always be at the back of your mind.

I couldn't keep my eyes open anymore, I sighed tiredly before I closed them.

~*~*~DREAM~*~*~

"They're lying to you, Harry." Susan's familiar voice filled my ears. My eyes snapped open and I sat up quickly.

I looked around confused and scared. I was in a room that terrified me. It was leaking, and I could hear the rain pounding hard against the roof. It was cold in here, the walls were concrete, and I was sitting on the hard cold dirt floor. It smellled bad in here too. It smelled like death.

 "I am death." Susan's voice sounded beside me, but when I turned to see where her voice had come from: she wasn't there.

"Susan? Where are you?" I asked quietly, my voice trembling from the cold and from fright.

"I'm right beside you Harold!" She snickered, I looked all around me. I looked on the roof too, but she was nowhere to be seen.

 "Susan, really. Where are you? I'm getting frightened now," I said slowly, my eyes stung with tears and my body began to shake.

"You're not going to make it Harry. You won't make it!" She laughed saddistically.

Pain erupted through out my body. I dropped to my knees in immense pain, a scream of agony escape my lips and  collasped completely onto the floor. My body racked in violent sobs of pain, and Susan laughed again.

"You were always so weak Harry. It's pathetic. You're pathetic. You're the most pahetic creature I've ever come across. I shouldn't have saved you from death when you were born, I should have let you die. I would have been doing this world a huge favour." She spat. I was still in immense pain, through it all, I barely felt her kick my ribs.

Why am I in so much pain?!

Susan laughed again. "You still don't get it, do you? You're dying, I'm killing you. I'm letting you die, I can feel your soul slowly leave your body. I fill it in th air. Not much longer Harry, you're almost dead and then nobody would have to worry about you anymore. You wouldn't be a burden to anybody now."