Orginially Posted: January 28, 2004
Diclaimer: Sirius Black, James Potter, Peter Pettigrew, Harry Potter and Dementors all belong to J.K.
James,
Drip...Drip...Drip...Drip...
That's all I ever hear...the steady drip of the cell walls, the splash of water hitting surface. Or was it really water...maybe it's blood. But then again, where would it come from? As I'd never be able to hear my own...and it's not as though the walls bleed.
Or maybe they do.
The black...it's closing in on me. Suffocating...deadly...dangerous...I can't escape it James...it won't go away.
Drip...Drip...Drip...Drip...
There it is again...watching, waiting...smelling. It sees me, James, it watches me. With it's eyes...the blood, the red...the darkness. Everything watches me.
I can feel them, their powers teasing me to let it out...but I can't, I can't show it. I can't show that it's killing me, that this all killing me. They'd like that too much.
Drip...Drip...Drip...Drip...
NO! James...save me, save Harry...come back, don't leave...Remus needs us...we've got to find him...Harry needs you...I need you.
Drip...Drip...Drip...Drip...
It's bleeding James, the walls are bleeding. They're alive. Still watching me...waiting to tell the Dementors...to see if I crack. They don't realize, I already have.
Maybe they want to kill me...drown me in the blood of the former prisoners of this cell. I don't want to die...not yet. I can get out of here...if they weren't watching me...
Drip...Drip...Drip...Drip...
It won't stop...it won't go away...
Sirius
