Whispering.

That's what I can hear. Whispering. I tried to open my eyes but I can't, my body feels numb and my eyes feels heavy.

The world around me is silent except the whispering. Some were audible, some I can't even understand. I don't know what is happening around me, since I feel, dead.

Literally dead.

"Lucinda...."

I try to know who owns the voice, but I just can't. That is when I feel the world swaying from left to right.

That is strange.

The first thing I could move were my fingers. I felt something rough against the soft pad of my fingertips.

Slowly, all my senses came back, but I was too weak to move. The little strength I have left was used up when I open my eyes.

I squinted when I saw something bright that could blind my sight. F*ck.

My world was blurry, all I could make out was a dark figure holding my body, carrying my body.

Who in earth is carrying me? I try to focus on who but my sight just fails me, again.

So, instead of looking, I tried to speak to however is holding me right now.

"W-who are y-you?" Damn, my voice cracked in the end, and it hurts my ears like a nail writing on a chalkboard.

My throat is dry, like I didn't drank water for a few weeks, and I can feel the person staring at like I was some kind of experiment.

The person didn't answer, but instead he or she just carried on. I just wanna yell at the person for ignoring me and hug him or her for saving me.

I suddenly felt guilty when I remembered why I am like this, in this state.

Mom. Dad. The neighborhood.

Big drops of my tears fell down one by one on my cheek. I just realized what a fool I am.

I was so focused of getting out of here, and now I burned down the house, possibly the whole block.

I let out a few sobs, and I felt something cold, wiping the tears on my cheeks away. I can tell it was a man's hands since they were rough but smooth, but they were oddly cold.

Like ice cold.

"W-why are your hands so cold?" I can't help but ask.

But all I receive was a chuckle, which made my blood freeze and my world seem to crash.

I know who owns that chuckle anywhere....

"H-Harry?"

"Morning sweetheart."

My stomach dropped and I just wanna slap myself for thinking he was gonna leave me alone after my attempt on trying to kill him.

"W-what are you doing here?" I ask, and when I felt his cold hands on my cheeks again, I slap them away. I heard him growl, but I was surprised he didn't make a move.

"The mirror can answer you." He snaps, and I scoffed.

"This is no time for riddles and games." I snapped, for my eye sight was still blurry. I try to rub my eyes, but all I can still see was a blur.

That only means one thing, I was gonna be blind.

"NO!" I screamed and broke down, but I wasn't standing, so I was crying on the devil's chest.

"What is the matter b*tch?" He spats, but I ignored it since I was too focus on my eyes.

"I am gonna be blind! I-I can't see properly!" I cried, but he snickers.

"Liar."

"No, I am not kidding. I am going blind!"

I felt him setting me down on a hard and damp surface, and my fingers felt the dried leaves on the ground. Where on earth is he taking me?

"How many scars on my face?"

I tried to clear my vision, but it just won't work. "Six? Seven?"

"How many fingers am I holding?"

A big hand was held infront of my face. "Five."

"How many wounds do I have on my face?"

I saw none.

"Y-you got no wounds." I stammered.

And, for the first time, in like forever, I heard him sigh.

"I got only two scars, I showed you three fingers, and I only got one wound." He mutters.

"You're not blind, your eye sight is just blurry." He adds.

I can't help but just cry infront of him, cry because it's also my fault why my eye sight is now blurry.

Shame on me.