Obsessed *Editing*

She got away, but she wasn't safe. He would come back for her. No one ever got away from him


19. 18

*Brigh’s POV*


            I was standing in the middle of the hospital hallway. Darkness consumed everything. There was no light source anywhere to be seen. I needed to get out of here. My legs seemed too heavy for my body as I forced them to move. A slam of a door broke me out of that trance and my legs bolted off running. I had no idea where I was going, but one thought was running through my mind: run.

            I ran to the end of the hallway where my hands came in contact with a wall. I fumbled trying to find some sort of door or light switch, but nothing. I let out a frustrated groan. A sudden light flickered on overhead. I frowned and turned around. A hooded figure was standing not even four feet away from me, holding something sharp.

            My heart thumped wildly in my chest and my breathing was hard and ragged. The figure stepped out of the shadows and I could see his face. It was him. The man I saw earlier that was staring at me. He was tall, tan skin, stubble, and loads of tattoos. What was he doing here? Who is he?

            He continued to walk towards me expressionless. As he got closer, the object in his hand registered in my brain. He was holding a knife. Panic surged through me like a wildfire as I looked around for a possible escape. He continued to come closer and closer, each step silent like a cat sneaking up on its prey. I opened my mouth to scream, but an agonizing pain ripped through my chest. I looked down with wide eyes.

            The knife was buried in my chest, blood spilling down my clothes.



I woke up with Kate violently shaking me awake.

            “Brigh, wake up!” She cried. I quickly opened my eyes. I almost didn’t notice the tears streaming down my face until I felt something warm hit my chest. Sweat poured down my face and neck. My chest was heaving hard and my vision was unsteady. I opened my mouth but ended up gasping for air. Oh shit, not now, I thought. My hand clutched onto my chest and I looked down, expecting to see a knife sticking out.

            She seemed to catch on and lunged across the room to my bag where my anxiety pills are. John suddenly appeared at our door with a concerned expression. Butter scurried out of the room, probably because of the noise.

            “What’s going on here?” He asked, laying eyes on me. It must have been a strange sight to see; me lying in bed with wide eyes and an open mouth, drowning in my own sweat and my chest heaving heavily. Something you would totally see on a Monday morning. He suddenly started to call for Edna, waddling out of the room to wake her up. I wanted to tell him that I was fine, but little gasps left my throat, leaving no room for words.

            “Where are they?!” I heard Kate whisper harshly to herself as she dug through my bag. Suddenly I remembered that I had run out.

            “Kate!” I gasped out. I clutched my chest tighter. She whipped her head around and stared at me with a scared expression.

“I-I ra-ran... out... pills…” I sputtered. She looked panicked before she sat down next to me, wrapping her arms around me. All my gasping was leaving me light headed and I tried my best not to faint right then and there.

“Shhh,” she whispered to me soothingly.   “I’m here now, I’m here.”

I’m glad she didn’t say “It’s alright,” or “Calm down,” That’s what everyone says and it doesn’t help. My breathing slowed a fraction and my vision steadied. We stayed like that until I fully relaxed. John and Edna had come in in a hurry and suggested that they take me to the hospital, but thank god that Kate said she got everything under control because I don’t think I can look at a hospital ever the same again. The nightmare chilled me to the bone and there was nothing I could do about it.

I’ll figure it out in the morning; I promised myself and allowed sleep to overcome once again.



When I next woke up, Kate still had her arms wrapped around me, my arm thrown across her waist. I lifted my head and glanced around. Last night was the first time I had ever calmed down from a bad episode without the pill. Well, I should really thank Kate for that. I carefully got out of Kate’s grip from around my shoulders and stood up. I stretched before wandering downstairs. I could hear John and Edna’s voices carry on a conversation. I stopped and listened.

“Are you sure she’s okay?” A familiar deep voice asked, slightly panicked. Harry.

“Yes, she is fine; gave us quiet a scare, that one.” Edna said in her tiny voice. I decided to continue down the rest of the stairs. Once Harry saw me, he shot up from the living room couch and was by my side in a flash.

“Thank god you’re okay,” he mumbled and took my face in his hands. “How are you? Do you need anything? Do you want to talk about it?”

I laughed quietly and placed my hands on top of his, leaning into his touch. Even though his hands were rough, they managed to feel like silk against my skin.

“I’ll tell you later.” I whispered, deciding that it was okay if he knew what triggered my anxiety attack. He nodded and rested his forehead against mine, staring intently at me with his brilliant green eyes.

“Michael is home with Karen, by the way and he wants to see you.” Harry muttered eyes hardening. My own pair widened. He wants to see…me? You can’t be serious.

“Why?” I asked, raising my eyebrows. He lowered his hands from my face and backed up a tiny step. I felt a tingle from where his hands were.

“I don’t fucking know, but do you?” He asked. Edna and John were now in the kitchen, no doubt making breakfast for everyone.

“Do I want to see him, uh, no?” I laughed and rolled my eyes. No way in hell was I speaking to him. Harry grinned and pulled me by my waist closer to him, making my breath catch in my throat. I still wasn’t used to this much…contact from Harry, but I wasn’t complaining.

“As much as I love your answer, he’s been pestering me all damn night about speaking to you. He wouldn’t tell me a thing about what he wanted to talk about, but he finally convinced me to say yes.” Harry said, frowning. I groaned and shoved him lightly.

“Why?” I whined and rested my head on his shoulder. His laugh vibrated through his chest, making me giggle.

“I promise that I will stay right next to you.” He promised and held out his pinkie. I laughed and hooked mine with his. He pressed a simple, sweet kiss to my lips and walked out the door.

Fifteen minutes later, Harry walked through the door again, this time with Michael on his tail. I tensed and took a deep breath. Michael looked the same as always, but different at the same time. Same dark hair, weirdly styled and the same blue eyes, but the difference was that they were no longer holding any anger or annoyance. They held peace and happiness.

“Hey, Brigh,” He said and gave me an awkward wave. I reluctantly waved back.

“Uh, hi,” I said. Michael turned to Harry.

“Do you mind if I talk to her alone real quick?” I quickly glanced at Harry and shook my head discretely.

“Please?” Michael added. Harry groaned and shot me a sympathetic look.

“Fine, but if you so much as touch her, and I will fucking kill you. Got it?” Harry threatened the hard gleam in his eye made me believe his words. Michael visibly gulped and nodded quickly.

“Y-yeah, I got it. Thank you.” He said quietly. Harry stalked out of the living room. I sat down silently on the couch while Michael shifted from one foot to the other.

“Listen,” he began, “I’m really sorry for the way I have been treating you. I was being a complete dick to you, Harry and even Kate. I have no excused as to why I was like that, but I don’t feel that hatred anymore.” He said with a smile. I stared at him in shock. What the fuck did he say? Must have hit his head really hard for a complete personality flip… 

“I, uh,” I started.

“I’m not asking you to forgive me or anything; I just wanted to say that I am really sorry about what I did.” He said, sitting down a healthy distance away from me on the couch.

“Why are you acting so nice?” I asked, staring at him in suspicion. He shrugged.

“I don’t know. When I woke up from the coma, it just hit me that I was shitty to you guys for no reason and I thought, ‘What’s the point in keeping up with it?’ you know?”

“No, actually I don’t.” I informed awkwardly, and then sighed. “Michael, I am willing to put this behind us, but I’m not forgiving you, at least not yet.”

His face lit up with a bright smile. “Really,”

I gave him a little smile, I couldn’t help it. “Yeah, but just don’t hit on me again... It was weird.” I laughed. And fucked up, my subconscious added and I silently agreed with her.

Michael scratched the top of head, colour filling his cheeks. “Yeah, um, about that… I’m sorry about that as well.”

I laughed at his uneasiness, but nodded anyway. “Its fine I guess.” I mumbled. He stood up quickly.

“Yeah, I just wanted to say sorry and yeah…Is Kate still asleep? I need to talk to her.”

I bit the inside of my cheek to keep in my smile. “Yeah, she’s upstairs. Have fun trying to wake her.”

He nodded and smiled at me again, then headed upstairs. Harry appeared from the other room with raised eyebrows.

“What was that about?”

“He just apologized to me about everything.” I informed him with a laugh. His lips twisted into a smirk.


I laughed again. “Yep, he’s upstairs now talking to Kate.”

Harry pulled me to him once again and shook his head. “This is an interesting day.”

And I couldn't agree more.


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