Back From the Dead

"Harry, baby, come out." Harry stared at the water with emotionless eyes. The drops of water falling from the faucet were the only thing he could focus on.

'The same way that man's blood dropped from his throat'

'Shut up!'

Harry wrapped his arms tighter around his knees, putting his head on his knees.

'There was so much blood'

'You loved seeing it, didnt you?'

'Imagine how it would feel to do it again'

"N-No," Harry cried, ignoring Louis' demands for him to come out. He locked the door to the bathroom and stuffed a chair that was in front of the vanity under the door handle.

"Baby, please? Let me in." Harry only cried harder, his voices forcing him to remember the man.

******

Harry woke up on the hard cement ground, his head hurting. He could hear Louis calling him but all he could focus on was the corpse in front of him. Louis rolled him over with his foot, forcing Harry to see what he'd done. Dull and lifeless eyes stared back at him and suddenly, Harry felt like throwing up.

And he did.

He rolled onto his hands and knees and puked, his throat burning. Tears flowed down his cheeks and he felt Louis rub his back.

Harry looked up at Louis to see a proud look on his face.

"You saved my life, I'm so proud of you."  Harry sobbed as Louis wiped his mouth with a napkin that was on the table, pulling Harry into his embrace.

"My precious, Queen. You're adjusting well." Harry only continued to cry.

******

The water was cold now, but Harry didn't want to get out.

He didn't want to do anything.

But he unplugged the drain and stood up, grabbing a towel. He dried himself off, putting on the sweatpants and sweatshirt that he grabbed before he locked himself away to be alone.

He moved the chair and unlocked the door, only to be pulled into strong arms.

"Don't ever lock yourself away from me. I was so worried something happened to you." Harry didn't reply, he only stayed limp in Louis' arms. Louis pushed Harry back gently so he could look at his face.

Tear stains were on his cheeks but there was no emotion in his eyes. He looked so lifeless.

Like a doll.

"Come on, we need to talk." Louis said, guiding Harry over to his room. Harry trembled as they walked past the room with the black door, remembering everything that happened in there. All the pain, fear, and helplessness he felt.

'I don't ever want to feel like that again.'

'Then stop fighting us'

'Go back to the way you are'

'Stop hiding'

Harry shook his head slightly, trying to rid his head of the voices. But instead of voices, he gained a splitting headache.

Harry hunched over and grabbed his head, falling to his knees not even a few seconds later. Louis dropped to the ground as well, trying to look at Harry to examine him but Harry wasn't having it.

'Fuck, how many of these am I going to have?'

"Another one? We need to get you checked out by a doctor soon if they don't stop." Harry heard Louis say it but he couldn't concentrate on the words.

Not when his head felt like it was about to explode into a million pieces.

'If you'd stop fighting us it wouldn't happen'

'Just let go and remember why we exist'

'Stop fighting who you really are'

Harry's headache suddenly went away, leaving him physically exhausted. She slumped over and fell so his head was on Louis' shoulder, and that meant Louis would bring him into his arms.

"I'm going to carry you to bed." Harry didn't have the strength to reply, not even by nodding his head so he let Louis do as he wanted.

But the time Louis placed him on the bed, Harry regained his voice.

"This is your fault," he muttered softly. Louis glared.

"Excuse me—"

"You forced me to kill him. You could have easily turned to take Daniel out after dealing with Jace but you didn't. You had enough time to stop him but you just stood there, waiting for me to kill him like you asked," Harry cried softly, curling in on himself. He wanted so badly to hold onto Louis because the man makes him feel safe after what happened with Niall, but he can't because of what he forced him to do.

"You could have let him kill me—"

"Not when you saved me from Niall. You know that! I can barely be this faraway from you and not be terrified that he'll come in and rape me again. Or force drugs into my body again. You knew that I would have to kill him so I could still feel safe." Harry cried, curling in on himself.

"Baby, I really didn't think you would do it. I planned on taking Daniel down the entire time. He really did catch me off guard."

'He really doesn't get that you see right through his lies, does he?'

'He doesn't understand that you're just like him'

'A fucking liar'

"Shut the hell up!" Harry snapped, hitting his head. He thought he was getting better at controlling them but ever since he killed Daniel, they've been so much worse.

"Harry, what the fuck—"

"Get out! T-The voices, they came back because of you!" Harry yelled in a panic, pushing Louis off the bed and out the door. He slammed the door shut and locked it, running to his bed. He cocooned himself inside of his blankets, covering his ears.

That blocked out the sound of Louis' anger, but it did nothing for the demons screaming inside of his head.

Demons that once caused him to try to commit suicide over and over, have now moved on to another target.

Anyone who gets in their way.

All Harry knew was, these voices didn't care who died. They didn't care what pain was caused or what the punishment was.

These voices only wanted one thing and they didn't care who it was who was on the receiving end.

They wanted death.

And Harry knew that they've already begun to win the war inside his head.

Soon enough, he'll be gone to the voices.

Another tally to their death toll.