Thud!

I heard a noise, it was loud and it shook me out of the darkness was in for awhile.

Thud!

I flutter my eyes open, being greeted by the same blurry scene. Only this time it was a blurry ceiling that greeted me.

I stayed still for a moment, waiting for the sound to come back, to know where did it came from. I waited for awhile, 'till it came back again. Only twice.

Thud! Thud!

I stirred, facing the right side to see a man sitting on a wooden chair. He was holding something that his hands prevent me to see.

"W-who are you?" I croaked, and the man, who was about to stomp his feet on the wooden floor, looked up.

His brooding black eyes staring at me, he looked about thirty and he was dressed in an old and tattered polo shirt, and faded jeans.

"Who am I? I should be asking, who are you." He mutters, his voice sounding so raspy, more raspier than Harry's that made me thing he was about to lose his voice, sooner or later.

I was about to say something back, but he beat me to it.

"But no need, I already know you." He says, looking at me intently, "Lucinda."

I blinked a few times, "H-how did you know my name?" I asked. He chuckles, much to my surprise.

"Well, you and your mom are new here in this town, and are living in that killer's house." He speaks, "No wonder you both were the talk of the town."

He stands up, making me tense. He must've noticed it because it caused the corners of his lips to rise.

Oh no.

He slowly walks over to me, making me scoot away. He grabs my shoulders, making me shriek. Before I knew it, he was pointing a knife at me.

"W-what are you doing?!" I stammered.

"You're the reason why he hasn't rest in peace yet. You're the reason he still hunts this town!" He yells, making me scared. Is this man insane?

"I don't know what you're talking about!" I yelled back, my anger creeping up to the highest point.

He laughed bitterly, and yanked my hair harshly. I flinched and I felt the tip of the knife on my cheek.

"You are so stubborn, maybe that's why he has a hard time killing you." He whispers in my ear, and I knew who he was talking about.

"W-who?" I dared to ask, to make sure about my thoughts.

"Fucking Styles."

I gasped, in pain. The knife hitting me directly at the heart. I looked down, to see blood already starting to spill.

I looked back at the man, who just stood there, with a monotone face. And I started to shake, violently.

"Lucinda! Lucinda!"

My eyes rolled back, engulfing me into the darkness again.

"Lucinda!"

"Lucinda, wake up!"

I open my eyes to be greeted by the same blurry face of Harry. "H-Harry?"

He sighs, "You blacked out and I left you for a moment to see you starting to shake."

The dream. It felt, so real. Who was he? Is it really true? What he said?

Or is it just another stupid nightmare?

I sat up, beads of sweat was rolling down my forehead. I looked at my chest, were the knife went through. I place a hand over my heart, to check if it was still beating, and it was.

I sigh in relief and looked up to see Harry looking at me intently, though his face was blurry. "What?" I ask.

"What happen awhile ago? I was fuckinh surprised to see you holding a knife, about to kill yourself, you started shaking and you blacked out."

"I-it." I stuttered, and looked away. "To be honest, I don't know. I don't know what the hell is wrong with me."

"Are you hungry?"

"A little." I answered, truthfully. I am not in the mood right now, and all I want is to go home. Home. That is where I wanna go. Home.

Back where everything is safe, where my mom and dad aren't fighting. Back where I still have friends, and where I am not this insane bitch after meeting Harry.

Home.

"I got apples, I picked them out of a tree, not far from here." He mumbles, handing me three red apples.

At first I thought the act was kinda sweet. But something struck me, maybe he wants something from me, or something in exchange for his good deed.

But why? And what does he want from me, instead of killing me?

Instead of questioning him, I took the apples. I looked at him through my lashes, even though my eye sight is blurry, I could see him looking at me.

I choose the smallest one and took a bite. It was juicy, it was one of the best apples I ever tasted. I tried not to moan because it tasted heavenly. And I am hungry.

"This..is...good." I mumbled, my mouth full. He just nodded, as if glad I was enjoying it.

After finishing the apple, I threw it away. I start to bite the other apple, and I was lost eating it. Not until I hear bones crunching.

I looked up to see Harry chewing on a crow. I almost gagged at the sight.

"Gross." I turn away and continued to finish my apple, blocking the bone crushing sound. After I finished all the apples, I was already filled.

I turn to see Harry already looking at me.

"We are leaving in awhile." He spoke. Question is, where?

"Where are we anyways?" I can't help but ask.

"Outskirts of Silent Mound." He murmurs, "We are going back to the city."

My heart skipped a beat, yeah, kinda clichè but I can't help it. We were going back, finally!

"Oh, okay." I answered.

He looks away and before he could walk away, I grab his arm. His eyes went wide, and looked at me.

"Thank you."

He just nods and walks away. Okay, nice talking with you.

I followed him out the door and went down the steps 'till my feet touched the forest ground.

"Let's go."

And we started our journey back to Silent Mound. I can't help but think about what'll happen once we get there. Will he let me go? Set ne free, perhaps?

And, about the nightmare, was it a sign?

I shivered once I recall the nightmare-slash-sign. It felt so real, like it really happened. I never knew if I'll be able to see the light again.

And, when will this blurry sight end? I wanna see properly again.

We walked for a few minutes, Harry guiding me and telling me where to go.

Snap!

I stepped on a branch, disturbing the silence of the forest. A few birds flew away from resting on branches.

I stayed still for a moment, Harry looked at me and at the flying birds.

Then, the ground seem to shake, and the quite forest came to life with stomping sounds.