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Light. White light. Bright white light.

It is blinding me as I open my eyes with difficulty. Everything around me is blur and dazzling. I blink to make my vision become clearer and that's when I realize where I am. I am lying down in a bed of an unknown bedroom. The sunshine is coming through the window and is gently warming up my face.

Wait, I'm in a bedroom.

I suddenly straighten up in bed when realization hits me. I am no longer in a dark cellar but in a floodlit bedroom and the mattress on the ground I used to lie down on became a very comfy double bed. But my abrupt gesture to sit up wasn't a good idea. God, my head. I place the warm palm of my hand on my forehead to stop my head from spinning. But when my arm comes across my eyes, I notice a white band around my wrist. What is that...?

"No, don't do that! You should rest." a familiar voice says and I jump with surprise. I wasn't expecting that; I thought I was alone. I turn my head to the direction of the voice and I can see the blur silhouette of a man sat in a chair. I squint and try to recognise who is there with me, but when I finally am able to see, I gasp in surprise.

It's him again. It's that Harry boy.

As soon as I recall his face, I recall everything of what happened. I was alone in the bathroom and I have tried to put an end to the suffering he made me go through. But apparently, even suicide isn't enough to run away from him.

He gets up from his chair and comes closer to sit on the bed next to me. I go backwards in the bed as I start to panic.

Stay away!

"Why did you do that, Grace? Why did you try to kill yourself?" he asks me with a sad and worried, yet gentle voice.

Isn't it a little obvious?

I want to scream at him I did that because he made my life living hell. I want to tell him how desperate and miserable I was. I want to scream at him for all the suffering he made me go through. But I stay silent because I refuse, most of all, to talk to him.

"You don't know how horrified I was when I saw you there, lying on the bathroom floor, naked and covered with blood. I-I thought you were dead." he confesses in a whisper and he sounds to be deeply affected.

I wish I was.

"Fortunately, you were still breathing. So I rinsed you and brought you here to treat your wounds." he explains. Here? But where are we exactly? Once again, I want to ask him but my wish not to talk to him is even stronger. I look all around me and try to find any clue that would tell me where I am. There's a guitar in a corner of the room and an opened closet with black t-shirts and black skinny jeans, just like the ones Harry usually wear. My mouth fells open when I understand. Did he...? Am I in his bedroom?

"But I swear to God, Grace, if you had died, I wouldn't have survived either." he says with rage. I widen my eyes and a good idea suddenly appears in my mind. That's when I decide I will no longer remain silent.

"Really?" I ask.

"Of course, just the fact of thinking about it makes me sick. I couldn't bear losing you." he says with so much pain in his voice. I smile inside.

"Great. So here what we are going to do. You will let me go. Definitely. And you won't ever try to approach me. But if you refuse, I swear I will do it again. Is that clear?" I spit out at him. But I can immediately notice how pale he turns to my words.

"N-No. I-I can't do that. Grace, you are mine. You can't go away because I love you and you love me, right?" he asks and for the first time I feel pity for him. How can he even thinks I love him? I hate him. So much. He really has some trouble disorder and that makes my heart break because, in a way, it's not totally his fault. He is broken by the simple fact of losing me whereas he, on the other hand, could die and I wouldn't even flinch. That is so tragic and I really feel sorry for him as a human being but I have to be firm with him because I do not tolerate what he has done to me.

"No, Harry. I don't like you. I hate you. I hate everything in you, every little thing that makes you who you are. You disgust me, Harry." I say that because I know it will hurt him and, at that point, make him suffer has become my only goal. Since I can't ease my own pain, I want him to feel the same.

But as soon as the words leave my mouth, I see his white face turning to red. He rushes towards my fragile body and violently grabs my shoulders to press them against the mattress. I gasp and scream when he climbs over me but his wide hand collides with my cheek to make me shut up. I panic and start crying as he leans over me, furious. He brings his hands on me and violently tries to pull my white dress off. I beg him to stop but his lips are already sucking the skin of my neck. He disgusts me and I try to push him away, but I feel drained and helpless. He is so much stronger than I am and it's useless to try.

So I just give up and surrender myself to him as I feel tears rolling down my cheeks from my watery eyes. He keeps kissing me and caressing my now bare chest for several minutes. But soon, quite unexpectedly, he suddenly stops everything and lifts his head up. I guess he felt on his lips the salty taste of my tears rolling down my neck.

"Baby girl," he calls me. "No, please, don't cry. I-I-". His eyes widen when realisation hits him. He straightens up and looks at me for a few seconds as if he couldn't believe what he was actually doing. I can see horror in his eyes as he his watching me, lying almost naked underneath him, my face ravaged by the tears. He opens his mouth to speak but no sound comes out. He seems horrified and he hastily gets up and rush towards the bedroom door that he slams violently behind him.

I stay in bed, terrified and trembling with fear as I silently keeps crying. I roll up into a ball and wrap my arms around my legs in a protective way as I keep sobbing until I fall asleep.

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When I open my eyes, it's night. Darkness is surrounding me but a little light attracts my attention. There is a candle on the bedside table and its flame is slowly dancing in the air and making plays of light on the wall. I sit up in bed and turn my head to the direction of the candle. Next to it, there is a white rose in a little vase and a card on which I can read "I really am sorry". I take it in my hand and read it three times. I bite in my bottom lips as I feel myself tearing up once again. I think of what he did earlier and then how he saw, after a few minutes, how bad it was. He clearly did that out of anger and he didn't control himself until he realised what he was doing. Then he brought me a rose, a candle and a small card on which he apologizes. I just don't know what to think right now.

I get out of bed and walk on tip-toe to the door. I don't know if I have the right to venture into this house or what I could find out there, so I just am careful as I walk out of the room. The whole house seems to be silent and the only sounds I can hear are the creaking floor underneath my bare feet as I walk down the corridor.

There is a staircase at the end of the corridor. I kneel down and try to see if there is someone downstairs. The coast seems clear so I start walking down the steps. When I reach the first floor, I start walking aimlessly in the house. I haven't noticed I was starving until I enter the kitchen. As I start opening the cupboards to find something to eat, I hear someone coming in the room. I jump with surprise and freeze.

"Please, don't run away." he says.

I gulp. Last time I saw him, he almost assaulted me. My first reflex is to take a step backwards, feeling myself like a scared little doe in front of the hunter. But then, I remember his gentle words, the rose and the candle and how he apologized. Plus, he seems now calm and attentive.

"I won't." I swear.

"Listen, I'm sorry for what I did earlier. I really am." he confesses as he runs his hand through his long hair. "I-I'm such a mess!" he suddenly shouts angrily, but I know he's not angry with me but with himself and this makes my heart sink. "I am incapable of loving someone in the right way and I guess that's why you don't want to love me back. That's why nobody wants to love me back. I don't deserve you, Grace. I-I guess I should let you go and stay all alone in this house for the rest of my life."

When he finally finishes talking, I feel so heartbroken by what he just said. I didn't know he was aware of how twisted he is. But now he just sounds like he is a normal guy to whom you can talk and not that raving lunatic I was dealing with earlier. I used to think he was a lost cause and that everything in him was bad, but now I just see him as a lost child who needs someone who cares for him, who needs to be loved.

So I just approach him and I come so close that I can feel his breath against my nose. When I raise my head, my eyes meet his green ones. They are looking deeply but tenderly at me and that's enough to make me do something I probably should have never done. I lift myself up on my toes and right away, my lips crash on his.

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