Touch. I can still feel those cold hands as they ghosted my skin, the skin of my neck, steadily adding pressure and raising goose bumps by the second. My only thought being of escaping and breaking free, but the hands weren’t alone, one set holding me down the other inflicting pain way to unbearable for me to handle. I could feel my consciousness fading by the second, but I would not allow that luxury until they got here. Five more minutes I told myself and that’s what I kept on my mind to divert it from the impending terror.

Scent. I can still smell that disgusting copper smell. Blood. My own blood. The only thing I know is that it’s everywhere and is still draining from my body. How do I make it stop? Why are they doing this to me? What have I done to deserve this? Is it because I exsist? Why isn’t anyone here to help? Why am I always….alone?

Sight. I can still see those faces, they are burned into my mind forever. The thing that I notice the most is the lack of sight everything is turning black. As I slip into darkness I see the red and blue light and am relieved to be able to finally let go as I was being suffocated.

“No!” I awoke with a start, sweat dripping from my now clammy body as Korra rushes out of her bed and over to mine as I repeatedly screamed and sobbed.

“Holland! Holland it was only a dream! You’re safe, LOOK AT ME GOD DAMNIT!” Korra roughly grabbed my chin and pulled my face to face hers. She was hugging me and rocking me like she usually did when this happened. Which was every. single. night. I had to be annoying her by now, and I have no idea why she puts up with me. After Korra rubbed my back for a while, I finally settle down.

“There have we settled down now?” Korra asked sweetly. It really does surprise me how she never gets annoyed.

“Yeah.” I replied with a gruff edge to my tone from all the screaming I just did.

“….Was it bad?” she whispered. She knows that I don’t like talking about my dreams but she always asks about them.

“….Yes.” I replied after about 2 minutes of thinking of lying to her and telling her that it wasn’t. But after screaming she knows that it would be a lie so what’s the use?

“Do you want to talk about it this time?” She asked with hope ringing in every word of the sentence. I never talk about my dreams with anyone. Not even my own cousin and best friend.
I honestly thought about it for a couple minutes. Would telling her about the darkness that plagued my dreams be really good for her or just scare her off. I didn’t want to lose anyone else in my life right now I was too weak. Ugh. Why can’t I just tell her and get it off of my chest. I’m really pathetic and such a pansy sometimes. Okay you can do this…

“I…uh.” Really? What a pathetic response. I’m screwing up already. Maybe this is why everything happened, because I can’t form a freaking complete sentence. It must be annoying receiving one worded answers all the time.

She stared at me for a while waiting. When she received no answer she sighed and said it’s alright to tell her when I’m ready and that she loves me anyways. Love. I looked at my hands with a glare set on my face. What…is… and before I even realized it I was speaking.

“Love. What does that even mean.” I whispered grudgingly to myself, only meaning for myself to hear it but Korra did anyways.

“I’m sorry, I know you don’t like the word but you have to know that someone loves you Holland. Really I do and so does Keaton and Mom and Dad. We really do so please, please get used to us telling you.” She said with a small smile on her face. I too found my lips moving into something similar.

“Ahh so close! That was the most awkward smile I’ve seen so far but it’s a start! Wow maybe you do have some emotion in you Holl!” she jokingly stated. She really knows how to cheer me up sometimes and she doesn't even know it.

“….Thank you Korra. For everything.”

“It’s no problem because I LOOOOVE you!” she teasingly said.

Sigh. She could really get on my nerves sometimes but what I felt was love I guess. I’m not really sure of what the feeling is supposed to be like, but she warms my heart none the less and I guess that’s enough.

Korra Ashby is my fun, cheerful…loving cousin and gets along with pretty much anyone she meets unlike me who is miss gloom. She has a twin brother named Keaton who I used to have the biggest crush on when we were little but that soon went away when they moved to Cheshire a town in London when we were 5, oh and the fact that he’s my cousin comes into account. I was such a stupid little kid. Geez. I’ve been here for a week and it wasn’t so bad. If only it didn’t freaking rain all the god damn time.

“Giiiirls! It’s time to get up and get ready for your first day at schooooool! WOOOO SENIOR YEAR. ” My uncle was screaming at the top of his lungs. He was like the obnoxious football player at school but more scrawny.

“I’m male dad!” Keaton screamed down the steps at him while Korra mostly giggled, but I did crack a tiny smile.

With a sign I hoisted myself out of bed and started to dress myself with the clothes that I laid out the night before. After I was done I walked into the bathroom and curled my hair, brushing my teeth in the process, and putting on light makeup. I then took my curly hair and pulled it into a side ponytail like I always did. I was always never willing to change maybe that’s….STOP. Don’t think about it anymore it’s over. I keep telling myself this but I know I’ll never change and I will constantly think about it which is why I’m called Miss Gloom by Korra because she was always happy and I’m… well… not. I wish I could be more like her sometimes.

All three of us piled outside the front door and hopped into Keaton’s Navy Blue truck. As he pulled away from the curb he and Korra started up their own conversation about today’s schedule. I took out my iPhone that my aunt bought me and drowned them out till we got to our destination. School. I haven’t been to school since 7th grade because I was home schooled until now so I have absolutely no idea how to talk to people. This day is going to suck.

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And it did suck indeed. Classes were boring, people were snobby and I only made one friend which actually sucks because I didn’t even make it myself, Korra introduced me to her friend Elise Monrue who seems a little sharp around the edges but she is really pretty and nice. Also there was talk about this huge party that was happening this weekend at some girl they called the “plastics” house. That’s the only thing I heard about all day. I guess it’s good in a way so I didn’t need to initiate a conversation because it was always initiated for me about the party that Korra is “dragging me to”. I honestly could care less about this party but apparently it’s huge deal because someone’s coming home. No one mentioned a name, so I noted to myself to ask Korra about it later.

When we got home Keaton immediately went to his room to do, well, I don’t even know he mumbled something and left. I went up to me and Korra’s room and changed into something more comfortable. When Korra came walking in she was humming a song that I didn’t recognize and I took the opportunity to ask her about the party.

“Hey Korra?” I simply asked

“What? Whats wrong?” she asked hurriedly I smiled a little at her and relief washed over her and she smirked.

“Nothing’s wrong I just have a question”

“What’s your question?”

“….Well.” I fumbled with the words in my head and finally said “Well you know that party everyone is talking about?”

She looked a little surprised that I was actually interested and I could tell she was starting to get rather excited.

“Yes I’m well informed… are you interested?!” she almost squealed the last part.

“Not exactly… I just… I heard someone say that someone was coming home and I guess I was just wondering… Who exactly is coming home?” I sighed the last part because now I know she is going to make me go.

“Harry.” She simply replied. She looked excited but something else I couldn’t catch shot through her eyes.

“Harry? Is he like an old friend or something?”

“Not exactly… He’s… Well… I’m surprised you don’t know. Wow, where have you been under a rock?!” she giggled and started to chuckle.

If only you knew. I sighed in my thoughts “Well I’ve only been here for a week you know.”
She shook her head. “Haven’t you ever watched TV before?” she quirked an eyebrow.
What TV why? This is starting to get weird and, shit, I’m really curious now I didn’t want this to happen.

“I didn’t exactly have a TV back home. Now I’m confused what does a Television have to do with a boy?”

Korra pursed her lips and then a thought came to her it seemed “I’ve decided that…. I’m not telling you!” she declared

“What?! Why?!” I said. I was beyond confused now.

“Do you want to go to the party now?” she said

“Well, yeah, a little now because I’m curious.”

“Hahaha That’s why! Now you will go with me willingly” What? Why is she avoiding the subject?

Why is she being so shady right now? It’s not like I had a choice of not going anyways because I know she’d drag me there, so why wasn’t she telling me about this boy everyone was so obsessed with. He’s just a guy. Right?

“Why is he so special?” I stated confusion all over my tone

“You’ll find out!” She laughed openly at me.

“…I guess I will then.” I said to her

She giggled and then hugged me saying yay over and over again.

Okay maybe I don’t want to go to this party anymore.

Notes

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