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20 :: the.. end?

*** warning: I might remove this chapter and start all over with this one, with another end and other stuff that's happening, because I'm not really sure about this. also, there may be some stuff in this chapter that can be triggering, like psychical stuff. so don't read this if you know that you don't like that kind of shit. have fun reading the last chapter of horny porny!***

song: mindfuck - b.o.k. & cliffhanger - man overboard

mood: mindfuck, plottwists and a cliffhanger. those ain't moods but idc

date: thursday, 28 July

time: 2:05pm

special text: your mom came to my house and told me something. something psychopathic -harry, 2:41pm

Harry's Point of View

I'm laying on my bed, watching some stupid movie with ice cream- yes, even guys do that- with a tissue box right next to me. I feel like shit. Why couldn't I just keep my mouth shut? There wouldn't be any drama and I'd probably lay next to her if I didn't tell her I was keeping a secret from her. But ofcourse, I'm Harry, and Harry always makes stupid decisions in life. And although what I kept from her wasn't something really big, because we weren't in a relationship, I still felt bad about it.

It's 3 O'clock and I hear the doorbell. I walk downstairs like a zombie. When I open the door I see the mother of Valerie. My eyes widen open, and tell her that I need to change myself, but that she can wait in the livingroom. I run to my room and put on a white shirt and some pants. As I walk into the livingroom, where I asked her to wait, I see her, playing with her hands nervously. "So, uhm," I stutter and I'm starting to feel a little awkward. "I wanted to tell you something," She goes straight to the point and I wonder what she wants to tell so badly because she doesn't even asked how I'm doing. "Tell me," I'm very curious, but I try not to let it show. She obviously sees it because she laughs a little. 

"Well, this may sound psychopathic, but please, you have to believe me," She's actually scaring me a bit, because it sounds so serious. And what if it's really a psycho thing that she's about to tell me? I don't know what to do at this moment. "Uhm, well, I was in a mental institution, a few months ago," I interrupt her, "Who did you visit?" She shakes her head. "No, no, you don't understand me. I was a patient there," My eyes widen open. She was a psycho? "Don't think I'm a psycho please, I just.. I wasn't normal," I'm trying to act normal, but I'm actually scared of her. "I had weird dreams, and my brains thought about the scariest and craziest things ever," She looks away from me, I think she's embarrassed of herself. "Why are you telling me this?" This may sound rude, but I just don't understand the fact that she's telling me this. "Uhm, I saw you in a few of those dreams,"

For one second, I seriously thought she was going to kill me. She looks into my eyes and the look in her eyes caused goosebumps all over me. "What did I do in those dreams?" I asked it with a soft voice because I was scared. "Y-you kill-killed people. And you r-raped me," That isn't really psychopathic, right? Those are just weird dreams, everyone has weird or scary dreams. "A-and you cut my throat with a small, pink knife. I remember you laying on top of me, telling me t-to call you daddy. Y-you were playing with a pi-pink barbiedoll. T-there were standing peop-people around us. Thous-thousands of people. I-I was terrified," Well, that is psychopathic. "But how is it possible that you saw me and not just some random dude?" She shakes her head. "I don't know, I honestly don't know," A few tears from Valerie her mom dropped at my couch. "Wait, what is your name?" Maybe this wasn't the best moment to ask it, but I had to know her name. "My name's Bethany,"

"But, everything was pink? I mean, you said both the knife and the doll were  pink," She nodded. "The people around us were also dressed in pink, but there was one person dressed all black-" I already know who, "Me," She nodds. "You we-were dressed all black," She repeats. "Do you still have those dreams?" She looks away, "N-no," I could already tell by the way she's acting and her voice that she still has those dreams. "You're lying," She suddenly stands up and her eyes become another color. They became black. "I'm not lying! I swear to god, I'll hang you up in a tree with a thick, pink rope!" My eyes opened and I backed off a little. "I'm serious! I'll hire a raper and he'll fucking rape you while you're hanging in the tree, in pink clothes! I'll cut your feet off and fucking bake them! I'll shoot your balls and cut your stomach open with the same pink knife that you used to cut my throat!" She screams at me full of anger. She's a psycho.