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The Monster

Chapter three

I breath in and out heavily, remembering what my mother had told me to do if anything weird or out of order were to happen to me, leaning back in the seat and running my hands through my hair as Claire turns around in the seat to face me with a wigged out expression plastered on her face.

"What the hell was that?!" she asks, unbuckling her seatbelt and looking back at me.

"How am I supposed to know?" I ask, looking at her with wide eyes. My mind scrambled, sighing heavily.

"Just a bat guys." I say, letting out a breath.

Harry's POV

I watch them pull onto the main road quietly, closing my eyes and sliding down the rough wall. I grab the journal beside me, looking through it and land on the page I was looking for, seeing a picture of the brunette taped on a page.

You knew this would happen, Harry. You knew you would see her.

The voices in my head yelled at me for being so gullible as to allow them into my home, which seemed less homey than what I would prefer it being. It was more of a torn down shack, with journals scattered from room to room but more specifically the coffee table that sat smack dab in the middle of my torn up living room.

I saw the look of fright in her eyes upon my arrival to them, the way she was nervous and murmured her words, beginning more stuttery than the end. And the way her pupils dilated and her eyes went wide when she saw me scared me. Her lips separated from one another in a small 'o' shape, cheeks growing paler by the minute. She was scared.

But I knew I would get that reaction.

Tattoos sleeved my arms and bare chest, leaving little skin to be shown. I had dark, green eyes and had a scar running down my left cheek. Most people thought it was horrendous but for me, it was normal. It was my normal way of being. Covered in tattoos.

I had a dark nature to me, and I more often than not sat alone in my living room with the broken tv blaring in front of me, lights off and journal out beside me.

I would write down feelings, and I know it sounds stupid for a grown male to do so but my sister used to always tell me that it would help me in the future. So I would sit there and write about anything and everything that popped into my head. And I would go full into detail as to what time it happened and when I was writing it, what happened every moment during each event.
I would often throw my journal at the wall in anger and curl up like a small child on the floor, staring at the empty, white walls. And I would think for what felt like hours, and it most likely was hours that I spent thinking.

But there was one day that had changed my outlook on life.

Before then, I couldn't trust anyone but myself and I had no interest in interacting with other people. Cause all that ever happened when I got close to someone is they either got taken away or hurt me. My parents had abused me until they died in a car wreck and I was forced into living on my own, and they had killed my older sister just before they died.

I had seen her walking down the road before a while ago, ear buds in and feet kicking at the gravel. She had no other cares in the world but just then, doing what she was doing. She wasn't exactly in a hurry to be anywhere, but she wasn't lolly-gagging, either.
I watched her silently from my window, smiling for the first time in forever. I hadn't ever really witnessed anyone enjoying life as much as she was at the moment, lip syncing to her songs and dancing like no one was there.

And I know love was a far way away, and no, I did not love her. She was merely just an average girl walking down the street. She wasn't special to me, and it merely just left a ping of indulgence in my brain towards her. And I wanted to see her again for some unknown reason.
I stood back up from my slouched position, walking into the kitchen and getting an apple, sighing heavily. I rinse off the apple, eating it quietly while walking up the stairs to my room. I look at the pictures on the wall my way up, sighing softly and stopping at the top. I turn my head to the right, looking at the perfectly hung picture right beside my bedroom door.

Her hair sat curled just below her shoulders with a blouse covering my torso. She had a bright red lip stick covering her plump lips, smile shining out brighter than the lip stick.

I smile sadly at the memories I felt when I thought about her, everything we had been through.
But the bad ones set in and the voices puncture me in the gut. The way I found her laying lifeless in a dark alley way with blood trickling down her forehead and clothes torn from her body.

Tears stung at my eyes, palms instantly rising to wipe them quickly as my feet carry me in the room and I slam the door. I bite my lip, stripping to my boxers and laying down in the bed.
Her face burned into my brain, her small precious smile cursing at my memory and her bright blue eyes piercing into my thoughts like they had always done.

It's been two years since she's been gone, since I've been this way. And I hated myself, more than I ever had before. The way my heart cringed and my stomach flopped at the thought of her made me sick, and the only thing that could make me happy anymore was nothing.

And I'm done trying to be happy, because my mind keeps screaming at me that it wasn't gonna happen any time soon.

Megan's POV

I open the back door as Claire pulls up to the log cabin, getting out as my lips part and I look around silently. The wood was oak and lights covered the premises. The driveway to the cabin was approximately one hundred feet long, fitting almost four cars and eight if they were side to side.

"How did you afford this place, Claire?" I ask, looking at her as she squeals and claps her hands together.

"Oh it's my uncles, he let me borrow it!" She smiles brightly, getting the key and opening the front door.

I nod my head, following her inside the cabin and setting my bags down beside my feet.

"Dibs on biggest room!" Meredith says, standing beside me and gasping.

"This place is huge!" She says, looking around the cabin quietly.

I shrug slightly, walking upstairs to one of the rooms and putting my bags beside the bed and looking around the room.

"Megan, someone's here for you!!!!!" Meredith yells from down the stairs as I slip my shoes off, going downstairs.