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Demented ➳ h.s [Editing Starting Soon]

Resurrection

HARRY’S POV
SATURDAY

My whole thoughts at lunch left me paranoid as fuck that the only person that could possibly help me is out to keep me in this hell hole. It sucks, honestly. You know, thinking that a person who is defiant and trusting enough to want to help or be with a framed mental patience. That’s what sucks. Charlotte is the only person I have left right now, yet I think she’s trying to possibly lock me in here for good.

She cares, she helps, hell, she kissed me and I honestly believe she wants to possibly even kill me. Even if she was, I wouldn’t mind. I don’t think I love Charlotte, it’s too early to tell. But if she was trying to either kill me or keep me in this place, it’d be a privilege for her to break the rest of what I have left. My heart.

My heart, throughout all the shit I’ve been through, has only just started to rot. It was growing moldy over the arrest and distance from family. Now, it’s getting to a point where I can’t control how bad it’ll be. And if Charlotte happens to break it, I’ll be done. Everything will be over and I’ll be dead. Probably.

Nothing has changed between us except her absence. That absence has caused my thoughts to go overboard, to a place I didn’t want them to go. They’ve gone deeper and darker than I could have ever imagined. The darkness is even starting to give them back to me. It’s not like I want them. That’s why I keep thinking them, because the darkness keeps giving them back.

The darkness, one of the only things I have left. And it’s giving back many things I didn’t want to come to the light. My deepest darkest secrets seeing the light of day was the reason I wanted to hide in the darkness, to keep them hidden too. Raven is somewhere buried in that darkness and if too many secrets come out, she might be the next one. I could tell the darkness was turning on me when I looked in the metal of the sink to see my reflection; mirrors aren’t allowed.

I saw a monster. At least a turning one. Bags were growing more intense under my eyes and turning darker and darker. An abundance of tiny pimples were appearing on my forehead, probably from stress. They weren’t too red yet so not really noticeable, but still terrible. Charlotte noticed around the first week or so that my face wasn’t really up to par but she didn’t bring it up. I knew she’d seen the bags caused by lack of sleep. How can I sleep when I’m being framed for four murders of girls I don’t know and a murder of a girl I once loved.

Yes, I loved Raven. She was the only one I felt like could love me voluntarily. The guys love me as my best friends (with the exception of Louis); Mum, Robin, and Gemma love me; the neighborhood loved me; all the girls loved me yet no one was loving me the way I wanted to be loved. Not even close. And I thought I’d found that love in her, that obviously wasn’t true. Louis didn’t love me either if he’d rather take her from me than let me have her.

And I know that sounds wrong because Raven was never mine. I was raised better than to treat women like property but that’s how it felt. Everyone knew that Raven Townsend and Harry Styles were together, everyone. It wasn’t like a whole high school popularity thing anymore because we’d graduated a while ago. Even the girls and guys still in high school knew that Raven was the hottest girl and I was the hottest guy so of course, we were meant to be. No one expected the guy right in the shadow of mine would take her.

After I started hating her, the whole town followed. And when I started hating Louis, everyone else followed suit. They were the most hated people in the whole town all because Raven grew balls and cheated. She could have at least left me and then gotten with Louis. It would have been a little better than it looked. I stopped picking up Louis to go places so he actually started to use his car and buy gas. Lottie continued her crush on me and I occasionally visited Louis’ mum. She was nice and took care of me while we were small, when everything was okay.

She used to say that Louis hated what he did to me and that we would love it for me to apologise. And after that, I’d always tell her that yes, he’d love that but who else gets closure afterwards? Always giving Louis what he wants won’t solve anything. He got Raven, she left.

If he got my apology, he’d just fuck that up too. She’d just continue washing the dishes and ignore my comment, making up a new subject to talk on. That’s how it would be every time I visited. If that didn’t happen, I’d always be dragged to Lottie’s room where I’d be shown to her audience of girl friends who’d whisper and laugh.

Back when everything was okay, I missed that. When I’d invite everyone over and tell them to bring their girlfriends. We’d just talk in the backyard around a steaming camp fire. Zayn with Perrie, Liam with Danielle, Niall with a different bird occasionally, Louis sometimes with Eleanor who he claimed was just his friend, and Raven sat on my lap. We’d just talk shit or laugh about the high school we went to around six blocks down. It was fun, the best years of my life. Going around and partying with anyone who wanted to have fun.

It was great. Reflection, that is. Reflecting on the best years of our lives. All that around a perfectly and heavily cliche campfire in the backyard of the biggest house of the neighborhood. Next to a pool, of course and sitting in lawn chairs. It was like the glory days before we all got to Louis’ age.

When most of us were still nineteen and Louis had just turned twenty, we thought about all the things most of they wanted to do before they turned twenty and the things they had done. I was the only one left that hadn’t. Ironically, I simply said, “I want to go to jail before I turn twenty.” Everyone laughed but no one knew that in a year’s time that I would actually fulfill that want. No one exactly expected me to be arrested. They thought that after Raven cheated and Louis became an asshole of a friend that I’d had enough.

They were obviously wrong.

CHARLOTTE’S POV
MONDAY

I drove Celia to the doctor and she was diagnosed with bronchitis, that sucks. But that also means another reason I can say I don’t want to be around Louis. Also because if I did say he could come, I’d probably involuntarily start blaming him for stealing my papers. That’s why there are many messages on both my phone and the answering machine. He won’t stop calling.

After taking Celia to the doctor, I tried calling Harry to check up but he didn’t answer. He hasn’t been answering for days. I know he’s okay but I worry that something’s happening while I’m gone. A Skype call from Frankie came up on my laptop screen, I hadn’t talked to him in about a month. “Hello?”

“Squirm, how’re you doing?” He seemed too eager to just want to check up.

“I’m fine. I’m just trying to find some stuff to get one of my patients out.” His breath caught in his throat and asked, “Who?”

“A Harry Styles. It doesn’t matter you don’t know him.” Frankie laughed a little.

“Yeah, you’re right. So, how are you?” He was acting different today. Like something was bothering him but not too bad since he was so happy.

“Tired. Otherwise, I’m okay.” Sighing, I looked at the screen and he looked worried, “It’s okay, I’m okay. Listen, I have to go, more research to do. Love you!” And I hung up. He was acting strange today and in a way, I don’t think he was worried about my lack of sleep. I think he was worried about telling me something I should know. I sighed again before closing Skype and looking over the many court tapes over and over again.

I’d watched every single one. Celia limped in my room with a box with my name stamped on it. “This came for you. It’s very fragile apparently.” She sat it on the edge of my bed and walked back to her room. I grabbed a pair of scissors and ripped the box open. It was another CD labeled, “Hidden Court Footage” and more papers. A note was attached to them:

Found these while cleaning out my office, I’m just moving upstairs, not being fired. Anyway, I thought these might come in handy with your ‘investigation’. Hope they help.

I pushed the button on my laptop to eject the CD currently in there and pushed the new one in. Before pressing play, I went to get a new mug of coffee. Listen, I know it’s a bad way to stay awake but when I have so much to do in such little time, you resort to a teeth staining and unhealthy wakeup call. I also got a donut so the sugar should help.

I spent hours on the same video looking at Harry in an orange jumpsuit, similar to the one at Navarro. I looked at the same man over and over again and looked through files that were also in the box. A girl popped up in the file. Raven Townsend. She was somehow connected to Harry other than the murder. A picture of her was attached with a paper file. She was gorgeous. Towards the end of the video, when everyone was getting up, I also noticed a girl that was always sat next to the man.

When they were getting up, I still couldn’t recognise the blonde man. But, I could put a face to the girl. I nearly threw up. It was like seeing a ghost. Raven Townsend was sitting in the flesh right next to the mystery man. Her hair was put up and her face was masked by a hood, just like him.

This means Harry was never looking back at the man or Raven, he was looking back at the exit, hoping he could leave and scoffing at the fact that he couldn’t. Raven Townsend wasn’t dead. And I can’t wait until I get into my car and drive to Cheshire to get the full story on the ‘deceased’ Ms. Townsend.

Notes

Lost a sub.. we are now down to 65. And I love you all individually. Keep reading, it keeps me happy <3

Anyway, what about that plot twist? Raven not really being dead? Like, woah.

Love your cute faces and I might double update today, depends.

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Comments

@Hopeless Directioner
Actually, the whole summary is different. I made up a quote that may or may not go into the story and just the basic summary isn't even a summary, it's suspenseful. Again, I hope you like the new version as much as you liked the old.

svmmertime svmmertime
5/18/14

@Hopeless Directioner
Some will be minute but most will be obvious. Some conversations are edited so that Harry is more closed up. All in all, the story will be longer. There is a new introduction and just a bunch of things I wasn't comfortable with. A lot of editing was needed and the cover was terrible. And so, the edited first chapter is up along with a new introduction. I really hope you like it, darling x

svmmertime svmmertime
5/18/14

@wonderful .
I'm excited to see how it'll be revised! Will the changes be minute or obvious?

@Hopeless Directioner

I will be editing and taking out and adding in parts. Honestly, Demented went waaay too fast in my opinion, and with the plagiarism and all, I found that I really want to rewrite it anyway. I will obviously be keeping this version up but I have already started the new version and the whole first chapter is different. I just think the story could have stretched at least to 35 chapters or more. Again, this WILL stay up, but the new version will be posted separately. Mind you, it will take at least a few months for me to do it since I have other stories, but I'm sick from school today so I'm going to continue. I was hoping everyone would like that it's being revised and bettered a bit, do you?

svmmertime svmmertime
5/16/14