"Are you telling me the truth?"

Harry scoffed, looking away when I asked the question. "Do you think I'm lying?" After not getting any answer from my mother, we left both of my parents to burn what arsenal they had in their disposal. If what Harry say is real, I'm sure my father would be very disappointed in her. He might even file divorce.

I bit back a heavy sigh, "So...Who is Keith Tudor?" The name didn't sound familiar or anything. Mother never mentioned a name like that, for sure, if she did I'm sure I'd remember. Harry closed his eyes and sat down at the edge of the bed. Fingers rubbing his temples as he relayed information, "Keith Tudor is a big shot businessman. He has ties with mafia leaders and has been in question about smuggling drugs. To put it bluntly, your father is a criminal."

I couldn't believe what I'm hearing. Eyes wide and breath slowly starting to get heavier, I clutched the wall for support. "What are you saying? My father is a criminal? What? I don't understand."

Invading my personal space once again, Harry ran his fingers through my hair. A way that would calm my nerves and for me to relax in his arms as his lips caress my cheek. "I understand you're confused but do know this Lucinda, I will provide answers."

"How long should I wait?" I muttered, eyes squinting slightly as I stared into those green eyes that seem to have grown upon me. Fingers crossing my cheek and down to my jaw, Harry let's out a sigh but softly smiled, something that contrasts his usually grim self. It's kind of...refreshing seeing it. "Not long. You'd probably find out later, I made Sonya investigate. She will arrive later."

Heaving a sigh, I hugged myself, the atmosphere too cold for my liking. But it wasn't only that. Hearing your parents... Or whoever they are, lie to you especially about being their daughter. It fucking hurts. Harry walked out of the room, leaving me to my pondering thoughts and my lamenting. My inner turmoil. Heaving a sigh, I flopped down on the mattress and broke down. Broke down and just let it all out.

It isn't fair! All my life I've been trying to know who I really am, only for the identity I ever know to be snatched away. As the tears flow down my face, I tried my best not to let the ugly sobs escape my lips. They don't deserve my tears. None of it.

"Why can't I just have a normal life?" I cried hoarsely, wiping every tear away fervently. "Is that too much to ask?" It was draining all my energy. This life I have lead so far is making me want to burn myself. To burn myself free from all these things. Oh, how I've long to just wake up and be me. To be an ordinary girl.

Not someone who's constantly being chased. By the living and the dead.

They're sick in the mind. All of them.

Looking up from my crouched figure, I looked around wildly to see no one. Did I just imagined it? Standing up, I searched for someone, anyone only to be greeted by the lonely room. Yeah...I probably just imagined it. Reaching for the remote on the nightstand, I pointed it towards the television screen.

You know that they all deserve to die.

Gasping loudly in shock, I dropped the remote and stared at corner of my eye, expecting something to be there but only saw none. "W-who's there?" I managed to say, my voice throaty. Circling the room, I stared at the ceiling, trying to figure out if this is some sort of joke that Harry is playing. But I must've forgot...

Harry doesn't tell jokes.

The living and the dead only dwell in one place. That is hell.

"Who are you? Show yourself." I demanded, annoyed with all the secrecy and the invisible eyes of what seems to be a ghost. This world has a lot of dead people, seeing them or hearing them is what makes it eerie. The dead shouldn't be heard, much as the living should hear.

Do believe them? All of them?

"What are you talking about?" I whispered, backing away until my back hit the hard wall. A malicious laugh echoed through my ears, I winced at the sound. The hairs in my skin stand straight, goosebumps appearing.

"Who are you?"

"Lucinda?" Snapping my eyes away from the ceiling, Harry stood there at the doorway. Tray in his hands, eyes staring at me with concern and confusion. "Harry?"

Stepping inside, he set the tray down and walked up to me. His hands feeling my arms, eyes taking every nook and cranny. "Who were you talking to?" Looking away, I began to search the room, not finding anything that would prove what just happened a few seconds ago. "N-no one." I muttered, looking down at my feet.

Taking my chin, Harry lifted it up so he could stare right into my eyes. Probably through my soul. "No one?" He repeated, eyebrows furrowed. I nod hastily, putting a small distance between us. "Yeah, no one. I was only singing to myself." When he backed away to attend to the tray, I allowed myself to breath before composing my face once he turned back to me. "Want some?"

I gaze down at the bread sprinkles with white powder, politely declining. Harry shrugged lightly and ate the bread whole, his cheeks plump as he chewed. Looking away from him, I began to stare at the walls, trying find...I don't know, maybe places where the voices came from? Maybe it's just Zayn or Niall, anybody, who could be playing a prank at me. At the corner of my eye, I narrowed my gaze at Harry. What if it's only Harry?

I jumped in surprise when the door flew open, revealing a very frantic Niall and a scared Zayn. Harry frowned in confusion and approached them, "What happened Horan?" Niall pointed at outside the window, "Harry. It's starting."

Face twisted in confusion, both of us turn to see where Niall pointed only to gape in shock at what we saw. Red. Blood red. That's what the sky is turning to. The dark gray clouds slowly faded away, over powered by the strange red clouds that slowly enveloped the sky. I could only imagine, people in town looking up at the sky in horror, shock or in sheer panic. Even I couldn't believe it myself.

It has begun. He is here.

It's the end.