I slowly flutter my eyes open, my head still hurting from what happened awhile ago, when I don't even know what the hell happened to me.

Groaning in pain, I tried to sit up while clutching my forehead. Adjusting my eyes to the dark atmosphere. Realizing where I am, I sprung up into action.

What in the hell? Where am I?!

"Glad you're awake sweetheart, you should be glad I didn't thought you were dead and fed you to the crows."

I stood up, my strength coming back to me. Pain laced my arm, stinging like hell from the damage he did to it.

Wait until I get my hands, or hand on that bastard.

"W-where am I?" I questioned, not knowing where he is. It kinda frightens me not knowing if he's in front of me or at my side. Or above.

"Where I belong, where you belong." He chuckled.

I scoffed at his answer. "I don't belong where you belong. You belong in hell!" I felt a cold hand grip my arm, pushing me into a hard and cold surface.

"You too belong there!" He yells in my face, and for like the tenth time, I tears streamed down on my cheeks. I couldn't see him infront of me, but I can feel him. Feel the sickly aura he emits that is enough to make religious people call their creator.

"I-I don't." I stammered, losing my courage as soon as it came. He laughed, his cold breath fanning my face. I cringed at his breath, it smelled blood. And it's disgusting as hell.

"Oh sweetheart, but you do."

"Tell me where I am!" I demanded, and I felt his hand slip away. It made me slightly scared since I don't know what else is in here besides the devil himself.

"You wanna know, baby?"

I took a deep breath and nodded. Not even caring if he he can even see me or not. Still, I spoke, "Yes. Tell me."

"My world."

That was when the place turn bright, blinding me momentarily. Until, my eyes was able adjust to the harsh lights.

Well, scorching fire to be exact.

My eyes widen when I took in my surroundings and hugged myself. It was cold, but flames were everywhere. What I found weird is that the place wasn't hot as it appeared to be. This only caused me more confusion.

"W-where are we?" I demanded once again. "I want the truth!"

"Do you really wanna know?" Inching closer to me, he smirks. "And isn't it ironic to ask a demon for the truth?"

Holding back the urge to roll my eyes, I nodded, eager to know and how to leave.

"We are inside my mind."

My heart sank, how can I escape him, when I am inside him? Well, his mind actually.

This is his mind? Why is it ...burning? And why does it look, dare I say, empty?

"This is what's inside your mind?" I laughed and he narrowed his eyes at me.

"What do you expect?" He hissed, now grinning maniacly. "Do you wanna hear this?"

Something loud and sharp rang in my ears making me cover them. Eyes shut in distress.

It was the sound of people's shrilly screams, and it was hurting my ears badly. "S-stop! I-it hurts!" I pleaded, and the sounds began to fade away.

"Why's that darling? Don't you like the sound of pain?" He laughs darkly, his head thrown back.

"Why aren't you a-affected?" I gaped, slowly removed my hands from my ears. His laugh slowly dies down and turns around, his back now facing me.

"Those cries you heard, are the cries of my victims..."

"No..."

"Before I killed them with my bare hands." He finishes.

My eyes almost popped out of it's sockets, and I felt sick. I felt the food that I ate awhile ago rise up my throat.

"Who are you? Really!"

"Me? I am Harry fucking Styles." He laughs his demonically. Black eyes filled that seemed like an endless void stared back at me.

"You." I pointed at the back of him. "Are a sick man!" I spat and he chuckles, facing me again.

"I'm more than sick, Lucinda." He spoke, now turning to face me. I rolled my brown eyes which caused him to growl.

"Don't." He grabs my chin roughly, making me wince.

"Roll." He slaps my face making me step back a bit.

"Your." I held my stinging cheek, feeling it burn and pain on my face.

"Eyes." And he slaps me again, and I fell to the floor this time due to the impact.

I looked up at him, his eyes no longer black, they were red. Red with anger, it was flaming with fire.

While my eyes, my brown eyes were filled with sadness and tears.

How dare he?

"What is wrong with you?!" I screamed hoarsely, standing up with my new found strength. He just stares at me, making me even more angrier.

"I don't know who you think you are, but you don't have the rights to slap m—"

I trailed off when he screamed, making me jump. His eyes were bleeding, literally bleeding. And before I knew it, flames went out of them, burning my face and making me scream.

I screamed and sat up, my breathing so ragged and hard. Scanning my surroundings, I was in my bedroom, on my bed. Hopping out of bed, I nearly tripped when I ran towards my huge mirror on the wall.

Examining my face on the mirror, I sigh in deep relief that it wasn't burned nor red.

It was all....

I can't say it was a dream cause it all felt so real. And I think it wasn't a nightmare either.

"My... you should be glad." I gasped and turn to see him smirking, leaning on the wall.

"W-why?" I dared to ask, and he pointed at me.

"Or you could've been apart." He chuckles.

"A part of you here." He pointed to the bed. "A part of you here." He points to where I am standing. "And a part of you way over there, staining the wall!"

And I knew, I wasn't safe anywhere. But even if this didn't occur, I already knew I wasn't.