My eyes burst open, but I couldn't see anything, it was pitch black. I thrashed both of my hands upward, but they ran into a wooden top. I am in a coffin, and who knows how far under the surface I am buried. I started to feel my way around the top of it, and I could feel a lose board, I started to pull at it, hoping that I could some how pull it off. I knew that I had to get out of here, I didn't know how I would, but I knew it must happen. I could feel things crawling all over me, my body was starting to warm itself.
It took me nearly an hour, but somehow I managed to break the surface of the ground. I could feel my hand break through, and then I started to claw away at the ground that surrounded me, until my body could break loose from the dirt. I broke free from it, and pulled myself to the side. of the hole, not wanting to move. My body was exhausted, I couldn't move little own catch my own breath.
The first thought that came to my mind was him. Harry. The boy that I died for. The boy that I had sold my soul for, the only person that I loved in this world. I had to find the energy to get to him, but my stomach was empty, my mouth was dry, and the feeling of hunger was almost unbearable.
I got to my knees, and then grabbed onto the stone that stood above my grave, and slowly pulled myself to my feet. I only then realized where I was. I was in the grave yard that laid in the middle of the town. Harry's house was only a block away from here. I started to walk, but every step that I took, felt like more, and more of a struggle. I could finally see his house, I spent most of my time there.
I had never felt so relieved in my entire life. I made my way to the front door, it was dark, I knew it was night. I could see his parents weren't home, both of the vehicles that normally sat in the front drive way were gone, I was just hoping that he had stayed.
I started to bang on the front door, and then my knees went weak. I could hear footsteps starting to walk in the house, and they got closer, and closer to the door. I could feel my head spinning in circles, and I couldn't fight the urge to pass out. It was starting to over whelm me, and then the door whipped open.
"Harry.." I whispered, and then I could feel my body give up on me, my left shoulder, and then head smacking on the pavement, and then there was nothing.
"Paisley, wake up... Baby wake up..." I could hear a soft voice saying from over top of me. My eyes slowly opened, and I could see his curly hair, and then I focused on his green eyes.
"What? How?" He asked me.
"I don't know." I whispered. "Harry, I am so hungry, and thirsty." I said.
"I brought up some food, and water well you were passed out." He said grabbing a glass of water, and then tilting it gently up against my lips, they were cracked and dry.
I drank the entire glass of water, and then he handed me a cracker. "You need to take your food in portions, you haven't had any food in your stomach for six months, you will get sick if you have to much." He said.
I just nodded, I knew he was right, but you have no idea how good a cheeseburger sounded to me right now.
"You're stupid you know that.." He said, and I could see tears starting to fall from his eyes. He paused only for a second before he continued.
"I would never ask you to do anything like that for me, you are stupid. Do you know how hard the past six months have been for me. To be stuck here without you, knowing that I would never see you again. Knowing that you gave your life for me, and I couldn't do anything about it." He said, I could feel the anger in his voice starting to over power the sad tone.
"I couldn't stand it Harry. I watched you everyday.. everyday you suffered in pain in that hospital, I could feel you leaving me. The cancer was going to kill you soon if I didn't do anything." I said, my eyes starting to well up with tears.
"Paisley, I love you, please don't leave me again..." He whispered trying to hold in the sobs. Then his face was buried in my stomach, his tears soaking the shirt that I was wearing.
I put my hand through his curly hair, my tears starting to flow down my cheeks that must of been bright red now. "I'm not going anywhere." I said.
I didn't have to guts to tell him, there was no way that I could, not now, I would have to figure it out. It would crush him if he ever found out.
"So the cancer?" I asked, scared to hear the reply that would come from his mouth.
"I've been cancer free since the day after you left." He said. I didn't know how long that would last, I don't know why I wasn't in hell, but I knew that the Devil wouldn't care to kindly about this. He might just break our deal, and then Harry would get sick again. I couldn't stand to watch him like that. He would scream sometimes, the pain that he went through was unbearable to witness.
"Let's keep it that way." I said smiling.