Addicted

Chapter 4

Belle P.O.V

“Belle.” I said. I scratched my hand and thought of something else to say. “You can’t save everyone.” I whispered against my breath and started to walk away when I heard him say one last thing.

“But I can always try.” I bit my lip and walked faster. I don’t even understand why he cared about me in the first place. Hell, he just learned my name. I didn’t want to go home, but I didn’t want to run into him again and with my luck I would have. Who knows, maybe my dad would be out tonight. I hurried home trying to stay away from trouble. Once I arrived home I was relived to find out that my dads’ car was gone. I ran up to my room and locked the door. I threw my hair up in a bun and changed into some sweats and a tank top. I laid down on my bed and wrapped myself up in blankets. I turned on my iPod and scrolled trough my playlist. I turned on Coldplay and closed my eyes. After a few minutes I dozed off. My dreams sucked me in and I found myself in the park. My hand was occupied with someone else’s. I followed the arm with my eyes until I reached a face. I gasped when I saw the curly hair surrounding the ear. I yanked my hand away and held it close to my chest. He looked at me confused.

“What’s the matter love?”

“Uhm this isn’t real.” I looked over and saw a mirror appear on a tree. “What the heck.” I slowly walked over to the mirror and checked out my body. Everything was gone, my scars, the damage done to my body from the drugs, I was clean. My hair flowed behind my back and I actually looked pretty. I ran my fingers through my hair and it was soft instead of ratty. I lifted up my shirt and saw that all my bruises and scars were gone and I was flawless. Hands wrapped around my waist and a chin rested on my shoulder next to my face.

“Admiring your beauty?” he whispered in my ear. I turned my head slightly so I could see his face. His smile literally brightened up the room. Wait, how could I imagine his smile? I’ve never even seen it before. Have I? His green eyes sparkled and he kissed my cheek. Why in the hell am I dreaming of this? This kid is freaking annoying and won’t leave me alone. Harry, his name is Harry right? I think so.

“I’m just shocked really.” I said. Wait, why am I still talking to him. Why can’t I get out of this dream?

“About what?” he asked. His hand slid down my arm and he intertwined our fingers.

“A lot.” Was all I could manage to say. He chuckled quietly and pulled my hand with him. “Where are we going?” I asked

“Where do we always go when we come to the park?” His cheeky grin returned and I bit my lip.

“The pond.” Wait what? How did I know that? Oh yeah, this is a dream. I can do anything I want. Maybe if I snap my fingers I can get some good food too? I don’t know let’s try. I snapped my fingers and we walked past a tree and lying on the ground was a picnic set up. I laughed silently to myself and followed Harry to the blanket. He helped me sit down then sat across from me. He smiled quickly and I unknowingly smiled back.

“I love you.” He said. My breath hitched and I saw him lean over. His face was inches away from mine when something hit me in the stomach. I stirred awake and saw my father standing over me.

“Reality ruined my life.” –I Would

I took my earphones out of my ears and sat up.

“How did you get in here?” I asked. He ignored me and poured cold water over my head. “What the hell? I’m awake what do you want?”

“I’m missing a hundred. Where is it bitch?” I flinched at the name. You would think I would be used to it by now. I shrugged my shoulders and raised my eyebrow. His palm smashed against my face and I took in a deep breath and clenched my eyes shut waiting for the next hit. “Don’t lie.”