"Iris."

"Iris."

"Iris."

"Iris."

"She's gorgeous."

"She isn't ugly."

"She's flawless."

"She's got too many pimples there."

"Come on Iris, take a swing with that rope, yeah?"

"The knife is only an inch away! Take it, get rid of us for good. Be with-"

"No, no, no, no!" She covered her ears, yelling and screaming her feet thrashing around and grabbed the knife that sat on her counter.

"You win!" She screamed, and stuck the knife in her leg, practically begging the voices to stop.

A blood curdling scream filled the house, and she squeezed her eyes shut, all of her unshed tears pouring out of her eyes.

The voices were gone, only the pain seemed to force them away.

Her hand wrapped around her thigh, her head tilting back. Tears glided down her porcelain cheeks, as she waited for a cloud of darkness.

She didn't want to be here anymore; as long as those voices followed her around, she'd no longer want to be around.

The only thing that scared her most, was one thing:

What if they followed her to whatever afterlife she was destined to have?

*

Harry's eyes hadn't shed tears since the time he could remember, but this was a new record of time.

His sobs were heard by no one, seeing as he wasn't existent anymore.

He cried for her, he cried for her pain, everything for her.

He even cried for himself.

What was he thinking, ending his life, thinking she'd follow suit?

Popping pills didn't seem like a bad idea at the time, and he wished he wouldn't have ended his pain. He could've help her with her pain.

He sat down in the chair next to her, staring at her wound. All he wanted to do was hold her; cradle her like a small child. All he wish he did while he was still in her world.

He reached out, and retracted again, knowing a useless disappointment was something unneeded at the moment being.

He thought again, when he brought his hand back out, and tried brushing a small piece of her silk black hair from her forehead.

It made his heart race, when it moved.

He felt the silk.

She did too.

She sat straight up, and then whimpered at the pain.

"I wish I could take all the pain away, baby." He whispered to her, and her head snapped to the side, where he sat.

"Who's there?" She asked, and he furrowed his brow.

He didn't hear anything?

"Iris? Can you.. Hear me?" He was being silly, and knew he must've really been out of contact with himself.

"Who is there! I can hear you!" She yelled, and covered her ears," stop, stop, stop! Go.. I-I don't want to be here anymore! You w-win!"

He scooted closer to her chair, making the wood chair rattle and scrape across the tile flooring, moving towards her chair.

Panic seethed through her, and she knew officially she'd gone crazy.

Voices and hallucinations? Definitely going to be shipped to a madhouse.

"Iris, it's Harry.." He tried, and reached out to grab her hand, feeling her warm radiation.

She jumped, startled and retracted her hand.

"W-what..?" Her voice hoarse, her leg still burning, yet a numbing engrossed upon it.

She watched as a silhouette started to appear in the chair that was now facing her.

"Iris?" After a moment, a boy with dark clothing seemed to have washed up onto her shore.

"H-Harry?" She questioned, her face moving closer to his.

Her had reached out and touched his now, cold and pale cheeks, a small smile tightening around the corners of her lips.

He grinned, and copied her actions.

"You don't know how long i've been waiting to touch you."

If you don't understand what happened, here's an explanation:(though I shouldn't have to explain!)

Harry was tied to her, when he died. See how the demons font isn't in italics? And then Harry's wasn't either? Harry was her demon.

But it was only because he was gone, that he became one to her because she loved him so much, that she began creating these thoughts in her head, which were really Harry's thoughts and times he was speaking to her.

Also, he appears because she has entered that weird realm where you don't know if you're alive or dead? You know? So she saw him, and it's up to you to figure out if she died or not. ☻

☻It's over. ☻