Xenophobia
TWENTY NINE
Khai
Sheer adrenaline is the one thing that aids my feet to go in a quick pace down an unknown path. My surroundings are dark... pitch black. Faster and faster I move away from the shadows I am well aware that are trailing behind me but are unable to see.
A loud bang comes from behind me. I let out a shrill scream yet I hear no sound. My body becomes devoured in demons as I call out his name and my cries are left unanswered... As always.
I cry out in pain as I fall over and scrape my knees. Again, hearing absolutely nothing. My body heaves in anguish as I cry out in immense pain. "Harry, please..." My cry comes out only in a soft whisper as my ability to speak fluently is disrupted by my choking tears.
A hand touches my shoulder and I jump in surprise. I am far too scared to turn around to meet the person or entity that had interrupted my breakdown. I shakily stand up, back still facing the unknown.
"Turn around." The voice is familiar... All too familiar and I turn quickly to become face to face with a pair of green eyes I've become so accustomed to: Harry.
"What..." I trail off, slightly in shock. The emerald eyes that were once filled with kindness and such warmth were now dark and hard. I cowered back. I gasp as Harry grips my arm, bringing me back to my original position. I can feel a bruise already forming as his grip tightens each millisecond that goes by.
"You're hurting me," I cry.
"Khai, Khai," a malicious smirk is placed on his lips. "What a mess you are."
"Why are you doing this?"
"Because," he yells. "You ruined my life. It's your fault I have absolutely no fucking relationship with my fault. You! You, Khai. You damn sad excuse of a human!" His large hand comes in contact with my face as I stagger back in pain, shock and surprise. My sensory receptors in on my neck pick up a stimulus and my hand immediately comes to the spot to see what it is. Spit. Harry had spat on me.
The next sentence he mutters is like poison to my heart. "Fucking negro."
Holding my cheek, I shakily rise from my position to look back at the monster I was once in love with.
He takes a step forward, which only causes me to take five steps back.
"Stop moving, Khai." I don't listen as I turn on my heels and run. I run away from Harry. I run away from the pain. I run away from the memories. I run.
And as I run, I hear his voice screaming my name. "Khai!"
I trip on something. Causing me to fall once more. His voice has become distant as I begin to shake uncontrollably on the floor.
"Khai." The voice is no longer the same, but my shaking does not cease. "Khai please... Baby wake up." My eyes struggle to open.
When I do manage to open them, my mother is above me along with James. A worried look etched on both of their faces.
"Mom," I breathe out. I am engulfed by her arms in a much needed embrace.
She kisses my hair. "I was so scared," she whimpers. "You were screaming and I- I ... You've never had an episode like this since your father..."
"I'm okay, mom." I cut her off. The mention of my father too painful to add to what I had just experienced in my unconscious state. I know Harry would never get physical with me. No, Harry was not Mark Styles. But the words he spat seeped it's way into my brain and found residence there. It's all I could hear.
"You know," James cuts in. "This could be a result of-"
"James, with all due respect, I would appreciate you not trying to diagnose me with a mental disorder." I spit.
I don't know why my sadness and pain all of a sudden changed to anger. I'm not sure if it was because James tried to shrink me. Or the fact that he was even at our house at 8:30 in the morning. Whatever it is... I knew I needed to get away from my room. This place he,d one too many memories and it was slowly devouring me in a negative way.
"I have to go." I grab my phone from my night table and quickly threw on a pair of flip flops.
My mother had a confused expression on her face. "Wha- where are you going?"
I ignore her question as I barge out of my room and out of that house. And again, like in my dream, I run away hearing my name leaving the lips of someone I love become distant.
Sheer adrenaline is the one thing that aids my feet to go in a quick pace down an unknown path. My surroundings are dark... pitch black. Faster and faster I move away from the shadows I am well aware that are trailing behind me but are unable to see.
A loud bang comes from behind me. I let out a shrill scream yet I hear no sound. My body becomes devoured in demons as I call out his name and my cries are left unanswered... As always.
I cry out in pain as I fall over and scrape my knees. Again, hearing absolutely nothing. My body heaves in anguish as I cry out in immense pain. "Harry, please..." My cry comes out only in a soft whisper as my ability to speak fluently is disrupted by my choking tears.
A hand touches my shoulder and I jump in surprise. I am far too scared to turn around to meet the person or entity that had interrupted my breakdown. I shakily stand up, back still facing the unknown.
"Turn around." The voice is familiar... All too familiar and I turn quickly to become face to face with a pair of green eyes I've become so accustomed to: Harry.
"What..." I trail off, slightly in shock. The emerald eyes that were once filled with kindness and such warmth were now dark and hard. I cowered back. I gasp as Harry grips my arm, bringing me back to my original position. I can feel a bruise already forming as his grip tightens each millisecond that goes by.
"You're hurting me," I cry.
"Khai, Khai," a malicious smirk is placed on his lips. "What a mess you are."
"Why are you doing this?"
"Because," he yells. "You ruined my life. It's your fault I have absolutely no fucking relationship with my fault. You! You, Khai. You damn sad excuse of a human!" His large hand comes in contact with my face as I stagger back in pain, shock and surprise. My sensory receptors in on my neck pick up a stimulus and my hand immediately comes to the spot to see what it is. Spit. Harry had spat on me.
The next sentence he mutters is like poison to my heart. "Fucking negro."
Holding my cheek, I shakily rise from my position to look back at the monster I was once in love with.
He takes a step forward, which only causes me to take five steps back.
"Stop moving, Khai." I don't listen as I turn on my heels and run. I run away from Harry. I run away from the pain. I run away from the memories. I run.
And as I run, I hear his voice screaming my name. "Khai!"
I trip on something. Causing me to fall once more. His voice has become distant as I begin to shake uncontrollably on the floor.
"Khai." The voice is no longer the same, but my shaking does not cease. "Khai please... Baby wake up." My eyes struggle to open.
When I do manage to open them, my mother is above me along with James. A worried look etched on both of their faces.
"Mom," I breathe out. I am engulfed by her arms in a much needed embrace.
She kisses my hair. "I was so scared," she whimpers. "You were screaming and I- I ... You've never had an episode like this since your father..."
"I'm okay, mom." I cut her off. The mention of my father too painful to add to what I had just experienced in my unconscious state. I know Harry would never get physical with me. No, Harry was not Mark Styles. But the words he spat seeped it's way into my brain and found residence there. It's all I could hear.
"You know," James cuts in. "This could be a result of-"
"James, with all due respect, I would appreciate you not trying to diagnose me with a mental disorder." I spit.
I don't know why my sadness and pain all of a sudden changed to anger. I'm not sure if it was because James tried to shrink me. Or the fact that he was even at our house at 8:30 in the morning. Whatever it is... I knew I needed to get away from my room. This place he,d one too many memories and it was slowly devouring me in a negative way.
"I have to go." I grab my phone from my night table and quickly threw on a pair of flip flops.
My mother had a confused expression on her face. "Wha- where are you going?"
I ignore her question as I barge out of my room and out of that house. And again, like in my dream, I run away hearing my name leaving the lips of someone I love become distant.
Notes
All the love. Xx
You should write another!!! I'd read it for sure.
7/24/15