Loneliness H.S

Chapter Three

"How did you know I was calling you a demon?" The question isn't recessively to get to know him, but it has been on my mind since we met.

"Everyone in the town calls me that, and besides you actually said it out loud. I think you have this thing where you say things you think about out loud without realizing it." thinking about it, it sounds like something I could do.

"Okay maybe I did that, but that still doesn't explain how you heard it. Were you following me?" My tone sounds much more accusing than I intended it to be.

"Relax, love" Love, there it is again. By the sound of his thick English accent, I am sure it's nothing more than a habit. That it comes naturally for him to call a girl that, so I don't think much of it.

"Fine, but I have a name you know," I say while giving him a slight glare, but he just chuckles at my words.

"What's your favorite song" He actually looks curious about my answer, even though it is just an insignificant detail. He could have chosen something much more exciting to know, but he chose to ask about my favorite song.

"I don't have a favorite. There is a lot of amazing songs out there, but there is some I like more than others. I just can't pick a favorite, because every song I like is special to be for different reasons." He nods thoughtfully as if my response is making him rethink his choice of favorite music. "Okay, my turn. Since you're a vampire from what I have heard. You must have some kind of powers, right?"

"Well, I'm super-fast, strong and have amplified hearing. I can live on animal blood so I don't have to hurt people, even though there is no one out here to hurt. I also have something called Atmokineses which involves that I can manipulate the weather. I have it under control most of the time, but if I get really mad or if something happens that causes me to lose the ability to focus, I can lose control and struck another person out with lightning without even thinking or trying. It's not always bad though, because if it's raining I can make it disappear, and get the sun out, or the other way around" He answer looking into the dancing fire. It seems like he isn't completely comfortable talking about it. If I were him I wouldn't be comfortable with it either. The constant fear that if you lose just a tiny bit of control it can become a threat to someone's life. He just rushed through the explanation of his powers, so I know I shouldn't push it.

"Well, I think that sounds really cool. I love the rain though, so if you try to take it away from me then I won't be happy." I say in an attempt to cheer him up, and maybe make him laugh a little. He just looks at me, not giving me the smile or laugh I wanted. He just mumbles an, "I'll try not to"

"Well my turn," He says sitting up a little rubbing his hands together. "Can I ask an easy question with a follow-up question?" He asks and I nod in return letting him know it's okay. "Do you like to read?"

"Yes, very much."

"What is your favorite part about reading?"

"I think my favorite part is when you stumble upon a sentence or a quote that just describes exactly how you feel, better then you can describe it yourself. The fact that someone else out there has or can imagine how it is to feel that way, you know"

"I thought I was the only one noticing that" He chuckles after a long pause of silence.

It's my turn to ask a question and I know exactly what to ask. "How?"

He looks at me confused "How what?"

"How do you have fancy clothes, and not old fashioned, and how do you not talk like you're five hundred years old?" I ask and he finally looks like he understands what I meant.

"I have my ways" I just nod hoping that he will tell me more as we maybe grow closer if we get the chance to.

We talk for a few more hours. He gets to know a little more about me, just simple things like my favorite color and such. I get to know some things about him too like if he just found this house out here. Surprisingly enough he made it himself.

We are still asking questions and it's his turn "I'm sorry but I just have to ask. Why did you cross the border in the first place?"

I didn't really expect that. He has just asked me simple questions so far, so this catches me a little off guard ."Oh um-" I stop to think if I should tell him or not, and after almost a minute of silence, I decided that I should. Who can he tell anyways, right? "I was curious, I guess. Of what was outside the walls, and about you. I didn't really have a reason to stay. I had no friend, my parents were ashamed of me so there wasn't really that big of a decision. Besides I have always thought this side was so beautiful." I stopped a little finding my feet suddenly very interesting "And the worst part was that my parents didn't talk to me anymore" I sight.

He has been looking at the floor, but when I said that last sentence he snaps his head in my direction and a very angry facial expression has appeared on his face "Are you serious? You left because your parents didn't talk to you? You have no right to complain about your parents, at least they are alive." I just sit there looking at him in shock over his sudden outburst. I don't even think about the fact that he has lost his parents. I didn't think before I said that at all. Now he probably thinks I'm some stuck-up girl, who doesn't get one word from mommy in the morning, and suddenly my whole life is over. That isn't even close to reality, but he doesn't know that.

It goes silent after that, and I start to feel really bad, even though I don't know what happened to him and his parents it had to be bad. He is looking down at the ground again looking really upset. I don't like the fact that I reminded him of whatever happened. So I scotch closer to him and stretch my hand out "I'm really sorry. I-" I don't even get to finish the sentence because as soon as my hand touches the fabric of his shoulder everything immediately turns black.

-

"Please! please don't do this" I voice spoke, making me turn around in search of the owner of this heartbroken voice. All I can see around me are trees and more trees. The grass is almost up to my knees as I move closer to where I think the voice is coming from. As I move closer I start recognizing the trees. This is my place, this is where I used to sit and draw on my bench, but it looks different. The voice begs, and I can finally see who it is. It's a boy. He is being dragged by two elderly people, a woman, and a man. They push him further and further away from the village, and into the forest where I am standing. I run behind a tree making sure they don't see me.

"We have to," The man says while he looks down at the boy with disappointment clear in his eyes.

By the looks of it, the boy knows why, but he just wants to hear them say it. He looks up at the man and women just as they reach where the border used to be. The boy is quiet for a moment, before He clears his throat, and asks "Why?"

The boy has his back turned to me. I can see his hand go up to his face, and when he pulls it back again the tip of his finger is wet, he is crying.

The man before him just looks him dead in the eye, and the words that come out of his mouth is filled with disgust "Cause' my son, you are a monster" The boy can't bear to look his father in the eyes, his head is tilted down so he is most likely looking at the ground. His short brown curls not moving an inch as he does so. Who would say that to his own son?

Out of nowhere, the father pushes his son over the border with a strong force, so he falls on the other side where I am. He looks defeated, if he didn't feel like that there is no doubt that he could have gotten away. He looks much stronger than both of them combined.

He stands up rather quickly to walk back over and talk to them, but as he is about to cross the border back to the village something stops him. It's the border, the same thing I ran straight into earlier, but he seems confused as to what it is preventing him from moving.

As they walk with their backs turned against him and heads hanging low, he tries to get their attention, desperate for them to listen to him. "Mum, dad you can't do this!" He screams while he is banging on the shield trying to break through somehow, but they don't even flinch. I can see their silhouettes slowly disappearing back into the village, not looking back at their son.

"I didn't do it!" He screams again hoping they will suddenly get a change of heart. "I promise," He says in an even lower voice this time, as they are now fully gone. His gaze now facing the ground once again. They left him, they left his son.

He stops hitting the shield, all the energy probably drained from his body, and the only thing left is even more defeat. He sighs out resting his forehead against the shield. My breath gets caught in my troth as he turns around revealing his face. I knew I had seen those brown curls before, but his hair is so much shorter now than when I saw him a few seconds ago. It's Harry, with his unforgettable green eyes. Harry leans back against the shield, but his legs can't take his weight anymore, so he slowly slides down toward the ground. He curls his knees up to his chest and wraps his arms around them. He finally looks up studying the trees on this side, and as his eyes move to the one I am hiding behind, I quickly duck back behind it, making sure he doesn't see me.

So there he is, Harry Styles. Kicked out of the town for a crime I do not know. He looks so sad, with tears still sliding down his cheeks seeming like they are never-ending. I can feel someone shake me, and I am starting to wake up, but just before the darkness disappears from my eyes the last thing I hear is "Why do I always have to love alone?"

-

When I finally get my eyes open I am met by Harry's green once causing him to sigh out in relief. "Are you okay? What happened?" He asks still in a little panic from the situation.

I push my back up from the floor sitting up. "I'm fine. I don't know what happened, but.." Should I tell him about the dream I had? the word dream is something figuratively about something that is not necessarily real so it might as well just have been my imagination messing with my head.

"Your Imagination messing with what?" He says snapping me out of my thoughts.

I look at him confused "What?"

"I think you did that thing again where you said what you were thinking out loud, but if you were wondering which part, you said 'my imagination must be messing with' so, messing with what?"

I don't know why but some part of me screams that I should tell him. That I should talk to him about this. "Well, when I blacked out I saw something"

"Okay..." He says as a sign for me to keep going.

"I saw you"

"Me?" He asks now seeming more interested than ever to hear what this might be about.

"Well, not only you but your parents as well" His eyes go wide in alert. "They were pushing you over the border, and they were saying these awful things. Is it true?" I ask desperately hoping I'm wrong. He doesn't answer me; he isn't even looking at me. He is here but at the same time, it seems like he is a thousand miles away in his mind. "Harry, is what I saw true?" I ask again hoping for an answer this time. He turns his head looking at me, but a word still doesn't leave his mouth.

"I'm tired, I'm going to go to bed," He says as he pushes himself up from the floor. "Your bedroom is up the stairs to the left. If there is anything I'm in the bedroom to the right. The bathroom is at the end of the hall upstairs, if you need to take a shower or something."

He starts walking to the stairs and up to his bedroom, leaving me here alone with many unanswered questions. When he is halfway up the stairs he stops and slowly turns his head my way "It's true"

I just look at him. I don't show him sympathy, knowing how much I hate it when people show it to me. "Is it because you killed all those people?" I ask hoping to know if I have been right all this time or not.

"You really shouldn't believe in rumors. They are rumors for a reason, you know." He sighs and shakes his head before he saying a quick "goodnight" and disappearing up the stairs.

I stare at the spot where he previously stood, and wonder what he meant. I think about asking him, but I know I won't get an answer. He looked tired. I know I brought back a lot of bad memories, letting my curiosity take over again.