I Finally Found You (Completed)

Today, my name is Olivia Moore. But, it used to be Erin Parker. I had grown up with a normal life in Holmes Chapel, England. I had two of the best parents a child could have. Though I didn’t have any siblings, I had a best friend, Harry.

But, that all changed two years ago. Why? Because I died...or at least that’s what everyone thought. They all thought that I was in a car explosion when I was 16, when someone had planted a car bomb. My friends, family, and anyone I had ever known lost me.

But in reality, none of that happened. Yes, I lost the people around me, but that was because I went into hiding. Three days before I “died,” I saw something that I shouldn't have, so my life was in danger. I didn't really have very much time to say goodbye to everyone I loved. The fact that they didn't know what really happened kills me, they all think I’m dead, that I’m never going to come back. Until now.

Copyright © 2012 -> Iridescent Artist


1. Prologue


"I want to thank you, Harry," He spoke, in a sly voice, "for revealing that a certain someone really isn't dead like I had originally thought."

I struggled underneath his grip, but he was much strong than I originally planned. It only resulted in him bringing the knife in closer.

"Now, now, Harry, let's not try to run away here, shall we? I just want to discuss some business with you," He smiled. It was one of those smiles that made you want to vomit. "Where's the girl, Harry?" Him saying my name whenever he talked made me feel slightly intimidated, as if the knife wasn't doing any of that already.

"I don't know where she is," I struggled, "Even if I did, I wouldn't tell you, anyway." It was hard to get any air, because every time I breathed, I felt like I was going to come into contact with the weapon that was being held on me.

"Don't lie to me Harry," He ordered, bringing his knife closer, almost cutting my skin. "It's such a shame that someone like you has to end up like this. You have so much talent; it would be terrible if it ended here, right now. Now tell me where she went."

"I don't know." I spat. 

His facial expression turned angry. He lifted the hilt slightly, only to bring it back down to make a cut in my neck with it. It wasn’t terribly deep, but I winced from the pain it caused, the feeling of metal slicing my skin. It burned, and I could already feel the red liquid slowly come from it, going down my throat.

"Now tell me where she is Harry, or that cut will get even bigger." Then he started laughing, "Can you imagine what the headlines will say when they find you back here with your neck cut open? 'Boy band member that had a bunch of potential, Harry Styles, found dead.' Do you really want that Harry? Because it will happen if you don't start talking." He Seethed, pressing the knife into my skin even harder, causing me to yell out in pain.

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