Cry Lovely

'Anxiety shot through my veins, raging fires. I don't know what I want. I'm confused. Broken. Searching for hopeless love. It's hiding, I'll find it one day not today. No one will love a broken girl. She has herself. Her mind filled with psychotic thoughts.'


7. Lost

He pulled the sleeve down on my arm. I wiped my eyes not wanting to cry again. I looked back at him and he grabbed one of my hands. "Would you like to move to the couch?" I nodded and he picked me off the counter onto the floor. His living room was large and had a high roof. I laid on the end of the couch and grabbed a pillow to wrap my arms around. I sat criss cross and Harry sat across from me and laid his hands on mine.

"My." I stopped myself and pulled my hands back. "My mother disappeared when I was about 3. By the time I turned 5 my father remarried and I became a big sister. I love my father I love him more then anything I just wish he hadn't made the mistake of marring that women. She could care less about me and I'm tired of her bullshit that she puts my father through. I know she tries to care or act like she cares about me but it just seems easier if I was out if the picture. I'm sorry." I looked up at him and a tear ran down my face. "I'm sorry, I don't mean to spray my feelings all over the place I jus-" He cut me off. He stood up off the couch and turned back to look at me. I was about to stand up when a sharp pain ran through my head. I fell to my knees and everything went blurry and I could hear the muffled noise of Harry yelling out my name and catching me before I feel face first on the hardwood floor.

The pounding grew louder and louder as I curled up tighter and tighter into the corner of the closet. The closet door was ripped from the hinges and rushing water came in carrying me away with its white rushing current. I screamed as I was pulled under neath and the water turned black. The pounding wouldn't stop.

I woke up back in the same bed screaming at the top of my lungs. Harry came running in with a ghost white face. I was thrashing and screaming until I realized I was still here in his house. "Please please calm down it was just a dream, it's okay I've got you." He said concerned trying to pull me into his arms. I stopped thrashing. I pushed him away I was gasping for breaths and I was light headed. "Harry" I paused. "What happened." I asked more of a statement then a question. I was looking at my hands and they were as pale as Harry's face looked a minute ago. He handed me a glass of water from the side table. "I think you passed out from dehydration." I started chugging the glass of water. "You've been out for for at least 12 hours."

"What time is it?" I finally finished the glass. He looked over at the clock on the bedside table. "It's about 4am." He smirked a little. "Shit, I'm sorry. Would it be too much of a bother if you got me some more water?" He leaned closer to my face and whispered "Of course not." He smiled and left the bedroom. I was still wearing the clothes he had let me barrow and my hair was stuck to my neck and face. I ran my hands through it and wrapped it up into a loose top knot. He came back will a giant pitcher of water. He filled my cup up and placed the pitcher back on the table.

"H-how's your arm?" He started to reach for my arm, I pulled it back. "May I look at it?" I nodded and he pulled my sleeve up to reach my wrapped up wound. He unwrapped it a little to observe closer. It started to sting and I bit my lip. He closed it back up and looked back up at me. "It looks like its healing up nicely it might me tender for a couple days." I took a sip from my glass and sighed quietly. "Why are you doing this? Why didn't you just let me jump into the sea and swim away?" His eyes grew wider. "You saved me I couldn't let you hurt yourself. We both seem lost and I think we should getaway from Stinson and get lost together." I smiled a little and shrugged. "Let's do it."

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