Doubts

Thursday Night

After work when I got home, I told Annabelle about this upcoming Saturday and Sunday, which she agreed to. Currently, we are watching a movie while eating dinner. Soon, we finish the movie and Annabelle goes to bed.

I wander out to the back porch with my phone and headphones. As I sit down, I start playing one of my favorite songs, "All Of Me" by John Legend, and slowly get lost in thought, eventually drifting off into a deep sleep.


“Avery.”I hear a menacing voice. “Avery, Avery, Avery. Such a stupid girl. So young, so naive, didn’t know what she was dealing with, didn’t know how badly I was-still am- going to hurt her.” I hear the sickening voice in my ear. I try to squirm away while also trying to figure out who is talking to me, but I’m tied to a chair and it’s pitch black in here so I can’t see anything. I can still hear him though. Laughing. Mocking me.

“Well, you’ll know soon enough.” He says, and with another laugh, the lights are turned on. What I see, will forever be in my memory. There, standing in front of me, is Harry Styles. A spine-chilling smile on his face. Holding a pocket knife.

“Where to start?” He rhetorically asks, nearing me, “Maybe I’ll start with your pretty little mouth, then your nose, and eyebrows, then we’ll see where to go on from there.” He finishes before bringing the knife to my lips, digging it in and cutting around the shape of them. I’m screaming and squirming but he doesn’t stop. He continues in the order he said, stopping after he finishes with my eyebrows. I have crimson blood pouring down my face, blurring my vision slightly.

“Now, how about your tongue?” He says. He squeezes my cheeks together, causing my tongue to poke out making me taste the blood from my-no longer there- lips, and slices it off, eliciting another scream from me that is now distorted.

“I’ll let you keep your eyes because I want you to see what I’m about to do.” He says before stabbing me multiple times while I’m still screaming, wondering how I was so blind as not to see who Harry really was. He keeps stabbing me over and over and over and over despite my screams.


And that's when I wake up, still on my porch, screaming. I open my eyes and see Harry in front of me with a worried expression on his face. I try backing away from him, afraid that he'll continue with stabbing and slicing my body. He just pulls me to him, against my fighting, and strokes my hair soothingly while trying to calm me down, which eventually works. Now calm, I realize that I didn't wear a sweatshirt over my tank top before I fell asleep and it's freezing out here.

Notes

I'll update again later this week since this chapter is short and sucky. :)