Weeks past.
That day has not been mentioned once.
The scar on Henrys hand is healing, it will always be visible. A constant reminder.
He doesn't sleep often.
He is constantly on edge, I try as hard as I can to help him fall asleep, sometimes it works.
Theres something he wants to say.
I can tell.
I don't know what happened to him, what was he feeling when the parasite had taken over him.
How was he the only person who managed to fight it off?
Questions. More questions for him.
More questions I won't get an answer to.
The whole house feels constantly paranoid, what will happen next?
Last week we burned the parasite, we had to transfer its box.
"Why's it screaming Henry? It's so loud." Paul went white as he said that, then he grabbed the ear muffs and returned to a normal colour. "The music Henry, ears quick!"
Shouting?
What the fuck is he on about?
The box the parasite was in started to crack but luckily, steam started to shoot out of the top, like water.
Ree is really smart, sure he might not think that evaporating it was that difficult, I never would've thought that.
Especially not if I had been knocked out only hours before.
Henry and Paul both had to cover their ears, me and Emma didn't.
I don't know why they had to.
"Ted, I've told you before, there was a sound. We couldn't risk it."
Why didn't me and Emma hear it?
Why did Paul hear it?
What happened that day Bill and Alice and Sally went?
Paul never mentions Sally, he never liked her, forced to by his best friend.
Sometimes, on sleepless nights, I'll hear Paul start shouting Bills name. A hum from Emma always follows.
I always have to sit awake through those nights, listening to Henrys steady breathing.
How would I have been if Henry hadn't shot up awake?
What if I didn't stop hitting his head?
There is always sound in the house now, without sound, none of us feel safe.
Fuck.
Why has it come to this?
Ever since I knocked him out, Henry's been so weak all of the time. I can always see him trying to carry something relatively heavy and then giving up. Although he's getting better, he's trying to work up strength again.
He always tries to be strong for everyone else, but I know he's probably almost as affected as Paul.
Paul's the only one who leaves the house, he always comes back, with a smell of outside. Crisp, cold, fresh, but yet, the smell always has a metallic hint.
I don't know what from.
I don't speak much anymore.
I don't need to.
There are so many unanswered questions surrounding this fucked up place.
"Ree, are you gonna say it?"
He looks up at me,
"Say what?"
"Whatever it is that you've been thinking these past few weeks. I can see that there is something."
I hope it's that he wants to tell me what happened when I hit him.
Could he feel it?
I hope not.
"I heard you. Talking to me. While I was stuck."
"Which part did you hear?"
"You said you needed time alone."
He kissed me on the cheek.
"Ah right," Was that all? "Ree are you listening."
"Actually Theodore I really want to read this book, that was all. I've been worried that you still want time alone."
He looked blankly at the wall, before smiling and shutting his book.
"Ok cool, sorry for pushing you..."
"Don't worry, you didn't!"
We got close up together, he knows it makes me weak.
I pressed my lips to his, and pushed him down.
"Oh my god Ted I'm never going to finish this book am I?"
"No."
He smirked and tried to roll out from underneath me.
"Not so fast pretty boy."
He blushed and returned to his previous position.
"It's obvious you don't want this do you Ree!"
I sat back to how we were before.
He huffed and pulled me towards him, ran one of his fingers across my neck.
Shivers were sent down my spine.
He really knows how to make me want him.
He pulled at my collared shirt, I quickly unbuttoned it and pulled it off.
Taking his black polo neck off.
My hands slid in between his legs and god.
His heavy breathing.
Fuck.
He ran his hands through my hair and I kissed him, god.
His soft lips leaving marks on my neck, I wasn't ashamed of these ones. Which is different as it was with Charlotte.
It's been so long.
I love him.
More than I have anyone before.
We lay there, on his couch in his room, forever.
This position, I would die in this position.
His head lightly rested on my shoulder, his hand slowly running over my chest, peace.
It's peaceful.
*henrys pov*
Guilt fills me. Everyday.
Whenever I feel anything, I just long for that feeling of peace.
I still sometimes see my friends in my dreams.
It's why I don't sleep.
One time I saw Chad. He started to talk,
"Why hasn't Ted told you yet Henry? Do you still think you love him?"
In the dream I turned and I could hear him following me.
"Chad seriously, I chose Ted for a reason."
"And I realised that what happened with Steve wasn't your fault. I want you back Henry."
In my dream I was shouting stop, and I woke up.
I placed my hand in Teds and he pulled me towards him.
That feeling of peace was back.
Chad is always at the back of my mind though, will he ever leave? Probably not.
Ted interrupted my book yesterday, it wasn't a bad reason, but I was really into it.
Today I'm going to just finish it. No interruptions.
"The Song of Achilles"
It's interesting, I was never really into greek mythology, however, this book was so beautiful.
I found it in a backpack outside, the day I got the parasite. This little green kanken was near it, I assume the parasite was from the owner of the bag. I did study it, there was nothing abnormal on it.
"Henry,"
Oh my god I'm never gonna get to finish this book,
"Henry I need to tell you something"
Ems voice sounded urgent, what's happened.
"What's wrong?"
She came to me, there was a small smile on her face.
"Do you have any pregnancy tests?"
"Are you serious?"
"Yes, I don't wanna get my hopes up."
I'm so happy for her, it's just, she's always said that she wouldn't want to bring a child up in this world.
I luckily had a stash of them, from when Sally was here.
God, I haven't even thought about her since that day.
There was always part of me that will never forgive her for what she did. No matter how much I once did care for her, I never can forgive her.
Even within grief.
I know Sally died before Bill, she was the one who pulled Alice under.
Which makes me wonder.
Why did I not see her when I was with everyone else?
Initially I thought it was just people I cared about, but then I realised Chad was there.
And I know for certain, I do not care about Chad.
Right?
Good god I'm so fed up of asking myself constant questions.
For all I know the world is dying.
We din't have access to any out of HF information.
Trapped.
Henry tries to distract me. I love him.
