"You'll be seeing me in your dreams.
But I'll be there when your reality drowns."
***
The world we live in today and the life that we're currently living, is as complicated as it gets. We spend our whole lives running after certain things or goals which we want to achieve. Different people spend their lives chasing different things. Some go after money, some after power while others want to do such a thing that when they die, they won't be easily forgotten.
Which is messed up to be honest..
We are quite weird creatures, aren't we?
We go after things, we get them, but are we satisfied? No, never.
Then, we go after other things. Going and going, chasing things like a dog after cars. We get the things, but not the satisfaction. We blame others for the loss of satisfaction. It's just how we cope. Sometimes we don't get the things we want, the blame game intensifies.
But some of us? They are different. When they lose, they blame not others, but themselves. They feel the guilt. They feel their reflection in the morning mocking them. They feel their regrets wrapping around their hearts like vines, slowly killing them from the inside.
The voices. the voices are the worst of them all. Always present in your head, never going away, always repeating;
You could've stopped it from happening.
You knew something would happen.
If only you had done something about it...
Once you learn to bury the thoughts deep within yourself --even though they never stop eating you from the inside-- you start to look for a way out. You start thinking how you can at least clean up the mess that you have caused.
That is the point where I'm standing today.
As I'm walking towards my office, everything is a blur. All I can think about right now is how I'm going deal with everything coming my way.
You obviously can't bring a dead man back to life.
But maybe, I could avenge him?
But then I'm reminded of the fact that he would never want me to. He was a man of peace.
Then what the hell makes me so different from him?
Styles was actually right.. even I can see the irony of my name now.
Irene; a Greek word meaning peace. And quite opposite to my personality.
A tiny part of me wants to continue what he had always wanted. To spread peace yada yada.
But then I also have a part of me who just wants to set Recalcitrant and Malevolent both on fire. Burn them to ashes. Not even wanting to know who was responsible or who was the one with bad intentions. Who pulled the trigger or who initiated the war in the first place?
Does it really matter when the damage is already done?
Being the leader of Armistice, I obviously can't do that. My best and most valid option would be to get answers to all of my questions and find out each and everything before making a move.
A game of chess. That's what it feels like. I have to think through each and every one of my moves in order for a checkmate.
So in conclusion,
I want answers.
And what better way to get them than from Harry Styles himself?
A tiny smirk makes its way onto my face as I finally think I'm getting somewhere with the whole ordeal. I reach my office and open the door, the smirk is wiped right off my face.
YOU ARE READING
Forbidden Territory (H.S) [A.U]
Fanfiction"If it's so wrong, then why does it feel so right?" "That's why it's called a sin, love." In a world run by gangs, Irene Cohen is the queen. Ruthless, domineering, and can crush you with a stomp of a fist, she took over Armistice, the biggest gang a...
![Forbidden Territory (H.S) [A.U]](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/223422783-64-k993373.jpg)