Insanity H.S.

Prologue

in·san·i·ty
inˈsanədē/
noun
the state of being seriously mentally ill; madness.

I struggled as I ran, ran for my life. Away from him, the boy I once knew. But now he has changed. He's not the same person he was before, he's different.

It's like something has taken over his body, controlling every single cell in him. And he can't stop it. I know he tries to fight it, but it won't work. The insanity is slowly taking dominance of his body.

I tried to help, I really did. But nothing worked. He was just getting worse and worse by the second.

I was already out of breath. Gasping for air, as my feet were starting to give out. My speed only decreasing, as his increased.

But I wasn't going to give up now. I picked up speed again, using every ounce of strength I have left in my body.

When I actually thought I was starting to get away from him, I trip on a tree branch. I fall to the ground, scratching and scrapping my legs and arms.

I start to stand up, hoping he won't catch up. But I had spoken to soon, right when I'm about to start running again I hear footsteps. "Oh, so I see you finally gave up." He speaks with a demonic voice.

I back away to the trunk of a tree, putting all my weight on it. He takes a couple of strides towards me, getting closer and closer to me.

"P-please don't hurt me. I'm begging you." I stutter when I talk, fear laced in my voice. He just laughs and gets closer.

"Oh love, if only I could stop. But I can't control it, the insanity is starting to control me more and more every single second that passes." His hand moves up to my face, caressing my cheek gently. "It's telling me to do things, that I don't want to do. But I have to, if I don't things will happen to me. The demons will start doing horrible and terrifying things to me." I see a tear slip from his eye, and down his cheek.

The light of the full moon casting a shadow on half his face. "I don't want that to happen, May. I don't, I just want you to know that I love you, I love you so much. And I'm doing this because I love you, so that they won't come and haunt you too. I don't want that, I love you too much to let that happen." He keeps saying. His voice husky and croak.

"No, they won't do anything to me, trust me. I won't let them. Please don't kill me, I love you, I always will. No matter what, just please don't kill me. Please." I tell him. My own vision getting blurry from tears.

"I don't think you understand, I have to do it. They are telling me to, and I have to do everything they say. If I don't there will be consequences." He reaches into his pockets, and takes out a knife.

"N-no. Please someone help me. I don't want to die. Please, just don't do it Harry!" Im full on crying now, sobbing uncontrollably. "P-please." He starts to laugh like a maniac, a psychopath.

"The insanity is telling me to, darling. And now I can't stop. I love you forever and always, goodbye." He brings the knife up to my neck.

"No please. Harry, if you love me you won't do this. Please, they won't get to me. I won't let them, you won't let them. Please." I try to convince him, yet I know it won't work. I knew from the day I met him, I would get hurt. But I took a chance, and risked it all. All because I was in love with him. I fell in love with a mental person, yet I don't regret a second of it. I loved every second with him.

"I can't sweetheart, I can't. I love you." He kisses my forehead for the last time. Then he presses the knife to my neck. I feel the blood start trickling down my neck, and soaking the top of my neck. The pressure growing more and more, as he presses the knife harder to my neck.

All of a sudden, I don't feel the knife on my neck anymore. I open my eyes, which I hadn't even noticed I closed, and don't see Harry anywhere. I look up, and see a levitating Harry.

I back away slowly, surprised by what I see in front of me. "H-Harry?" Then all the leaves scattered on the floor start to float too. This has to be a night mare, this isn't real.

I hear footsteps from behind me, I look back. I don't see anything, then a hand pops out of nowhere and grabs me, pulling me into the darkness. I start screaming, trying to slip out of the hands grip. "Harry!" I try to yell out to him, but he doesn't respond.

I stop fighting, knowing there's nothing I can do. The hand finally takes me a pitch black place. "He had one job, and failed." A sudden, creaky voice starts to say.

"And now your next."