The Damned

I| Wake Up

A lot can change in three years.

People can start families, get new jobs, buy a new house, or two, maybe three. Move across the world, have a new special someone, get married. 

A lot can happen in three years.

New beginnings, accepting the endings, blood spilt over the loss of another, a baby made and born.

A lot can stay the same in three years.

The colour of your bedroom, your opinions on frogs, the blood curdiling rage and pain you feel every morning when you wake up next to the wrong person, or no one, or the rage from having everything you could ever had wanted and more, get taken away from you after seconds of getting it. What did you do to-

Wake.

Up.

Wake.

Up.

Wake.

Up.

Wake.

Up.

It was all just a dream.

A really bad nightmare.

A crumb of bad cheese that inturupted the cycle of your digestive system.

That was his first thought.

But then he had to

Wake.

Up.

Wake.

Up.

Wake.

Up.

Wake.

Up.

And when he did.

It went a little something like this...

One Loss Kills

Harry stood in his room alone. Staring at his sword alone. Feeling nothing near alone. Feeling the presence of everything gone.

Everyo-

Back.

Go, further back.

After leaving his lovers grave, Harry went to his room. He went to his lovers room, and didn't leave for five days.

On the first day, all left him alone.

On the second day, Gill left flowers at the door, and Uma slid food under.

On the third day, the flowers had started to wilt, for they had no water.

On the fourth day, Uma slid more food under the door in hopes he'd need it, only to later find out that the previously given food had begin to rot.

On the fifth day, he picked himself up, showered, dressed, ate, and hunted.

Hunted for the ones who murdered his lover.

After he left, the days scrambled and blurred with blood. Blood and tears, teeth and skin, tounges and ears. Two kills a day, for seventeen days, until he finally got the names of the ones who did it. He finally figured out who was responsible.

Sons of Snow White, Cinderella, and Hercules along side the daughters of Wendy and Alice.

He continued to search for the ones responsible for a year until finally finding two. Who, no matter how much he tortured, wouldn't give him the locations of the last three. So after another six months, he found another, who wasn't as smart as the previous. The son of Snow White gave him the location of the daughter of Wendy and son of Hercules.

After a year and a half, crossing the world, over 60 people killed, and blood stains on every peice of clothing he owned, Harry had finally taken all the lives of those who had taken the life of his lover.

When he returned home, no one recognized the man they once saw. His eyes were bloodshot and he had grown a stubble. His clothes were stained worse than before. He didn't smile, or even smirk, he didn't flirt or wink.

When he returned home he went to his lovers father and very quietly told him the news before refusing any help and leaving without another word.

He went to his lovers old room that hadn't been touched in his time gone, and he stood alone. Staring at his sword alone. Feeling nothing near alone. Feeling the presence of everything gone.

Everyone he had gotten rid of.

The lives he took.

He stood there for a while. Waiting for the answer to a question he'd never stop asking.

In the weakest voice you'd ever hear, he whispered. "Why me?" And after that day, he promised himself that if he didn't get an answer, he wouldn't speak again.

After a month the drinking started, and when the drinking started so did the bar fights. The bar fights led to broken skin and more blood, which led to pain, that led to painkillers, which led to another addiction.

And that's where we continue from....

"Harry?" Uma asked as she knocked on the door. "Harry I know your in there... it's been two years since we talked." She sighed, sitting at the other side of his door. She thought for a moment, not making a sound until she knew what she was to say. "Gill misses you ya know. He talks about you everyday, won't shut up about how he thinks you'll turn around soon." She pauses to think. "I don't think anyone believes him. I mean, look at you, you've gone to shit Harry." She was quite upset with her words. "You know what? You've really done it this time Harry. I saved your ass last time, but now? I don't know what I'm gonna do. We aren't kids anymore Harry, I can't just tell you it's going to be ok because it won't unless you get your head  out of that danm ass of yours!" She yelled, a tear falling down her cheek. "Wake the fuck up Harry!" She yells standing up. "Because otherwise you're gonna kill yourself! You really want that? Because that's fucking pathetic if you ask me!" She screams, holding back sobs as tears rush down her face faster than a river. She chokes on her breath, and holds back her leftover tears before whipping her face. "Good night Harry. Wake up tomorrow for me, ok?" She sniffles before walking away from the room.

Harry just lied on the floor, staring at the selling. He'd stay there for the next two days before getting up and eating whatever he had lying around, only to workout for the next seven days, almost non-stop, getting all his anger out on the boxing bag he had brought into the room some time ago, as well as anything else he could. Only then, to repeat the cycle over, and over, with drinks and painkillers in between it all.

This continued for another year, another year in which Harry couldn't...

Wake.

Up.

Wake.

Up.

Wake.

Up.

Wake.

Up.

Kid. Kid wake up.

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