Prisoning Truth
Reflection. (22nd Chapter)
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Giselle's POV:
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Instead of beating the life of me, instead of cursing the most offensive swears at me, he just laughs. His laughter bursts through the walls, louder than the squealing of a bat. It made my tears stop from dwelling, it made me notice that I was right of my accusation; he is a psycho. He’s behaving like I just told him the funniest joke ever, its like he took that word as a compliment.
But at the same time, the loudness of his hysterical laughter could only signify that he is shifting the actual reaction he’s supposed to produce. I seemed to have triggered a deep push-up button, but all I know is that he’s scaring me much more then he usually does. Thankfully, Niall, Zayn and Liam have ran into the room, pushing Harry’s body to the outside in a swift force.
“(He groans in pain) Giselle, please tell anyone to take me to my room, love…” I nod immediately at Louis’s request, standing up on my shaking feet to rush out for help. Niall and Liam seemed to be quite occupied with handling Harry’s stiff figure, so I look at Zayn as my only resort. “(I squeak) Louis need to be taken care of. Please Zayn, could you help him to his room?”
He doesn’t take a thinking second to oblige, as he walks past me to help his friend. “(He yells all of a sudden, stopping the laughter while trying to push past the two guys) YOU ARE AS PSYCHOTIC AS I AM, DOLL FACE! YOU SHOULD LOOK AT YOURSELF IN THE MIRROR, BEFORE POINTING YOUR FINGER AND MOCKING OTHERS! YOU’RE SUCH A HEARTLESS BIT-…”
Liam smacks his palm over Harry’s mouth, cutting him off from spitting the disgusting swear. Niall and him push Harry towards his room at the end of the hallway, while he muffles curses at them both. “(He speaks calmly, yet in a hurried tone) Giselle, would you please just give me a little space to get out?” I nod slowly, shifting from the doorframe to allow Zayn and weak Louis to pass through.
What have I done? I came into their lives, and broke their bond. My presence in this house is completely wrong, regardless of my protection; I don’t have to stay here. I shouldn’t have entered through these five lives; I shouldn’t have allowed myself to be the reason of their battles with each other. No, I will not stay here any second.
But if I leave now, they’ll notice and they’d argue with me to remain in this household. I should leave in a time where they all aren’t here, or perhaps at midnight when they are all asleep. This is the only way to solve this chaos that my existence have caused amongst their friendship pact. I harm other people, and I harm myself with my stupid and irrelevant presence. Even if I return home and that Santers guy captures me, I don’t care anymore.
If danger and negativity is all what I am delivering to others, then I’d have karma serving me the identical feeling within my capturer’s hands. A person like me, doesn’t deserve kindness, doesn’t deserve any positivity. As deranged as Harry’s words sounded like, he has a point. If I look at myself in the mirror, I wouldn’t stop criticising that silly reckless girl in the reflection of the glass.
…At Midnight…
I tiptoe on my flats, escalating the staircase with caution of causing a sound. My grip on my bag tightens, as I steady my breathing order, sniffling the silent tears to stop. I stare around the lobby, saying my goodbyes to the life I will never be able to relive. “(He growls) Where do you think you’re going?” I turn around, staring at the dark kitchen where the door is slightly opened. My eyes blink away the water, as I feel the same paralysing feeling haunting me again by two emerald- coloured eyes.
Giselle's POV:
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Instead of beating the life of me, instead of cursing the most offensive swears at me, he just laughs. His laughter bursts through the walls, louder than the squealing of a bat. It made my tears stop from dwelling, it made me notice that I was right of my accusation; he is a psycho. He’s behaving like I just told him the funniest joke ever, its like he took that word as a compliment.
But at the same time, the loudness of his hysterical laughter could only signify that he is shifting the actual reaction he’s supposed to produce. I seemed to have triggered a deep push-up button, but all I know is that he’s scaring me much more then he usually does. Thankfully, Niall, Zayn and Liam have ran into the room, pushing Harry’s body to the outside in a swift force.
“(He groans in pain) Giselle, please tell anyone to take me to my room, love…” I nod immediately at Louis’s request, standing up on my shaking feet to rush out for help. Niall and Liam seemed to be quite occupied with handling Harry’s stiff figure, so I look at Zayn as my only resort. “(I squeak) Louis need to be taken care of. Please Zayn, could you help him to his room?”
He doesn’t take a thinking second to oblige, as he walks past me to help his friend. “(He yells all of a sudden, stopping the laughter while trying to push past the two guys) YOU ARE AS PSYCHOTIC AS I AM, DOLL FACE! YOU SHOULD LOOK AT YOURSELF IN THE MIRROR, BEFORE POINTING YOUR FINGER AND MOCKING OTHERS! YOU’RE SUCH A HEARTLESS BIT-…”
Liam smacks his palm over Harry’s mouth, cutting him off from spitting the disgusting swear. Niall and him push Harry towards his room at the end of the hallway, while he muffles curses at them both. “(He speaks calmly, yet in a hurried tone) Giselle, would you please just give me a little space to get out?” I nod slowly, shifting from the doorframe to allow Zayn and weak Louis to pass through.
What have I done? I came into their lives, and broke their bond. My presence in this house is completely wrong, regardless of my protection; I don’t have to stay here. I shouldn’t have entered through these five lives; I shouldn’t have allowed myself to be the reason of their battles with each other. No, I will not stay here any second.
But if I leave now, they’ll notice and they’d argue with me to remain in this household. I should leave in a time where they all aren’t here, or perhaps at midnight when they are all asleep. This is the only way to solve this chaos that my existence have caused amongst their friendship pact. I harm other people, and I harm myself with my stupid and irrelevant presence. Even if I return home and that Santers guy captures me, I don’t care anymore.
If danger and negativity is all what I am delivering to others, then I’d have karma serving me the identical feeling within my capturer’s hands. A person like me, doesn’t deserve kindness, doesn’t deserve any positivity. As deranged as Harry’s words sounded like, he has a point. If I look at myself in the mirror, I wouldn’t stop criticising that silly reckless girl in the reflection of the glass.
…At Midnight…
I tiptoe on my flats, escalating the staircase with caution of causing a sound. My grip on my bag tightens, as I steady my breathing order, sniffling the silent tears to stop. I stare around the lobby, saying my goodbyes to the life I will never be able to relive. “(He growls) Where do you think you’re going?” I turn around, staring at the dark kitchen where the door is slightly opened. My eyes blink away the water, as I feel the same paralysing feeling haunting me again by two emerald- coloured eyes.
Notes
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