Ten Sins || #Wattys2015

Chapter 148

“I'm sorry,” I whispered and felt one single tear roll down my cheek.

I was walking for minutes but it seemed like hours through the woods, trying to find Harry. I could feel him close, but I didn't know where exactly he was. I found myself humming quietly, trying to make the fear go away as the dark forest seemed scary to me.

I sang Harry's song inside my head, feeling my heart skipping beats. It really helped thinking about him and his voice, so all I was focused on was him.

I suddenly saw fire from some meters away, making me furrow my brows. I gulped, scared it might be a trap. I fisted my palms and tightened my grip around the stick, preparing myself to fight. Come on girl, you can do this. Taking a deep breath, I walked towards the fire.

My heart fell down to my stomach when I saw Michael sitting next to the fire, warming his hands up. I blinked, not expecting to see him there. His back was facing me and his green hair was messy.

“Michael?” I said quietly, walking closer to him. He didn't turn around to look at me, which was something that made my heart shake inside my chest. “Michael,” I placed my hand on his shoulder only to pull it back immidiately when I felt the coldness radiating from his body.

He then turned his head, making me scream. He had black eyes and tears of blood were rolling down his cheeks. My lower lip was trembling as I stared at him, wanting to help him but too scared to do anything.

“Oh my..” I whispered in pure shock, backing away from him.

He stood up and turned around and then's when I saw blood soaked shirt. I literally freaked out when I saw a knife digged in his stomach and I couldn't even move. He grabbed the knife with his hand and pulled it out, making me cringe at the sight. He raised the knife and started walking towards me.

I shook my head and backed away. “No Michael, don't do this,” I said, raising my hands.

He didn't say anything. He kept staring at me with his black, distant eyes. The knife glistened thanks to the fire and it made fear course my body. I knew I had to leave so I quickly swung around to leave but a hand took a tight hold of my arm and pulled me back against a hard chest. I breathed heavily when I realized I was pressed against Michael's chest, the knife he was holding pressed to my neck.

I kicked his leg, managing to loosen his grip around me and free myself. I reached to take the knife but ht moved his hand away and glared at me. He let a loud shout as ue attacked me, making me scream and fall down on the ground. He straddled my waist with his legs and brought the knife close to my neck. I used my wooden stick to hold his forearms as far from me as I could so he couldn't stab me.

“Michael stop! It's me! Rebecca!” I yelled, feeling my throat tight.

He pushed harder, wanting to stab me no matter what. Tears burned my eyes when my hands went weaker and the knife came closer to my collarbone. I felt the tip of it scratch against my skin, making me squirm. I screamed when the knife got a little deeper, blood quickly escaping the wound.

“Please no!” I begged, shaking my head.

He hissed and pulled the knife lower, creating a deeper scratch. The pain was horrible and the fear I might not be able to escape made tears roll down my cheeks.

He leaned his face closer to me until he had his lips right next to my ear. His hair fell on my cheek, making goosebumps arise. Everything around me seemed scary, especially our large shadows that were made by the fire.

“I know it's you, Rebecca,” he whispered, making my blood run cold.

“What..” I whispered in shock, the pain still having me shaking.

And with that, he pulled away and stood up. I tried to catch my breath and placed my hand on my wound, sending a jolt of pain through me at the touch. I gritted my teeth and backed away from Michael, still holding the stick in my hand that till  now didn't help me a lot.

He stared at me blankly, the knife that had my blood on it in his hand. I tried to understand what the hell was going on, but thanks to the fear I didn't have the time before I stood up and ran away. There were two questions that haunted my mind as I ran through the forest:

Where is Harry? And why did Michael just let me go?

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