Victoria's POV: 

"What do you mean?" I ask, looking over at the lying guy.

  He still stares at the ceiling, the darkness doesn't allow me to see his expression. I'm sure it has remained hard, despite the sadness in his voice.

"What I mean is, that I have done so many wrong things. Things I can never take back, things I can never make forgotten, that I won't ever forget."

  It is a strange feeling to talk to a stranger about such personal things, but for some reason me talking to Harry is actually calming me, it kind of feels right to finally talk to someone. It makes me realize that I'm not the only person who leads an unjustly life, just waiting to go back to have bad luck. There are millions of people in this world who have lost everything they once had, who get diseases which they haven't even heard anything about or miss a loved one in their life and may even lose this person. Harry and I are only a small fraction of this large amount.

"I'm...um, I'm sorry." I'm trying to have my voice under control, but fail.

"Do you expect me to say that I am sorry for you now?" His voice is cold, but strong and it gives me a shiver down my spine.

"No...I."

"Come on, we both know that pity is the last thing we need. I have heard these words several times and at the end of the day they couldn't change anything, they won't pay the bills."

  His attitude surprises me. A large part of me agrees with him, but I also doubt his statement. Sure, words can not change your life, they come and go, sometimes they stay in your head and you remember them. But I am strongly convinced that these people who say this to you, just want to show that they didn't want that this would happen to you. They worry about you, because they love you. Only I haven't those people around, and there is still no trace of Casper.

"Maybe they love you, Harry, maybe they care about you."

"Ha!" he scoffed. "They give a fuck about me, they wanted to see me suffer in my own deep shit."

I gasp for air and feel the painful tingling sensation in my chest again. I choke on my own spit and a sound leaves my mouth that sounds like a grunt.

"Are you okay?" Harry sits up and looks over at me worried.

 Now I can see his face, the moonlight shining directly on his panicked face. The shock clearly can be seen in his sparkling eyes.

"No! I'm fine, like you said, I don't need any pity," I spit out between agonized coughing, using his own weapons against him.

"Sorry..." I make him speechless. "Should I call a doctor though?" But he recovers quickly. "Oh and that wasn't pity at all, I was just worried if you were okay."

"Well, maybe they were worried about you too?" I try to catch my breath, looking through the window. "And don't call the doc!"

  There is a long silence in the room and every second makes me more uncomfortable.

Am I being too hard on him?

"I just want to fit in...I...I want to make those things I have done...I...I want to make them right again. I want to change my life again, but I just...can't." His almost unnoticable whisper fills the room and I frown, trying to process his words. 

"What have you done? What is so bad, that you need to...change?" I ask, darting my ttention on him again. 

  He draws out the air, that he has hold inside his lungs for a long time, before he tells me what is going on in his life.

"I have a wife, we were lucky...until I met those jerks after one of my old business conferences. They threatened me to kill my wife, if I wouldn't give them all I had. I mean...it was a whole lot of money. I had it all, and then...I lost it. But I lost her as well. I started to drink on my weekends, but then after a short amount of time I caught myself being at the bar every night of the week, every day of my life...and I am only twentythree."

 I knew it. I knew that he has an alcohol problem. He is an addict. But I don't blame him, if I wouldn't know how much of an ass you are, when you are drunk, I would have become an addict as well. I have heard so many stories, and I know how it feels to drink, getting numb, and all that stuff. It's...liberating, but yet so wrong.  

"I-Is your wife..?" My voice trails off. 

"No...No she's still alive, but...she doesn't want to see me anymore," Harry explains, pinning his eyes on me. "Have you lost someone in your life, that you really love?" He asks, and I feel the blood running through my system. 

"Yes...yes. Since I have never met my real parents, I don't really worry about them, but recently our apartment burnt down, and my brother called the fire department...and it went all by so fast...and the only thing I know is...that I'm in a hospital now, and I don't know where he is, I don't know if he's still alive." I feel the hot tears running down my cheeks, ending up on the thin blanket.  

"Where you living there alone?" Harry asks, surprisingly interested in my talk. 

"No...we were living with our foster parents, I hate them. I know that I'm old enough to live on my own, but the problem is, that I'm not allowed to keep Casper, my brother, so he would have to stay with these assholes, and I couldn't let that happen. Not to him." 

"Well, we got some fucked up lives, don't we?" He chuckles sympathetically, and even though I feel like crap, I somehow manage to giggle slightly. 

"Yeah, we do. I thought it couldn't get any worse, and now here I am, in a hospital...with a disease I have actually never heard anything about." 

"That's why I wanted to come here again," he suddenly says and I'm surprised by his statement. 

"Why?" I ask, sitting up. 

"Because I knew that you wouldn't be someone who would take herself too seriously. I have been to many other rooms before, and no one...really...no one was anything like you." 

"Like what?" 

"I don't know...just like you. I can't describe you, it's impossible to put you in words, but if I had to...'strong' would definitely be one of them." I blush at his words, thinking that he had just said that, because of his intoxication. 

"Thanks," I mumble, but he doesn't hear it. 

Seconds later his soft snores fill the room, and I know that he has fallen asleep.

"Goodnight Harry," I whisper, before I lay down again, falling asleep as well.