Did it make it better, to be in here than out there?
I try to find a way out, running my hands over the wood. I can feel the where the doors are separate...but there is no crack of light, no saving grace from this darkness. I hum to my self, my muffled voice so quiet and small in this enclosure. I'm not used to sound because I haven't heard anything for a while, I've been in here for a very long time, longer than I could count. When was the last time I'd heard anything? I feel the clothes hanging down above me, I tug on them. I need to feel something, to know I am here, now...to keep me sane. To assure my self I am not just swimming in a sea of blackness. To know I am at least something to exist. I'm in here often enough, I'm used to it by now. Before I used to talk or yell until I'd gone hoarse, because of the things I'd seen. The pictures on the blackness. The monsters that are kept in the manor, the ones in the walls, sometimes find there way into here, and wait for me. I always do something bad, imaginary or not, and so they do not have to wait long to feast. My body hurts, especially my back. But I do not move, I stay still, listening.
*small scratch*
Did you hear that?
*many small scratches*
They are here, in here with me. They are looking for me.
*scratches getting closer*
But some how I want them to, maybe this time they will finish the job. Then I won't have to go back out there with /him/.
*scratches getting more erratic, more /impatient/*
*scratches stop suddenly*
Draco gulped, they've found me.
But before anything could happen, the closet doors swung open. The face of Lucius Malfoy looked down at the 'sorry excuse he called a son'.
"Boy, get up...Did I say you could sit down in here? Maybe another day will teach you."
Lucius slammed the doors shut again, and yelled, "You will stay standing until I get you."
The darkness surrounded Draco once more.
This time, they did hear the screaming.
(A/N): One thing: I do not believe Draco is in any way…um."unstable"…well maybe just a tad, but not to the point where he sees things which aren't there (…hopefully...) yall are wondering why I'm always on about Lucius, well...because he's evil and he's a big part of Draco's life as to /why/ Draco is evil. And so I totally have to play off that.
I try to find a way out, running my hands over the wood. I can feel the where the doors are separate...but there is no crack of light, no saving grace from this darkness. I hum to my self, my muffled voice so quiet and small in this enclosure. I'm not used to sound because I haven't heard anything for a while, I've been in here for a very long time, longer than I could count. When was the last time I'd heard anything? I feel the clothes hanging down above me, I tug on them. I need to feel something, to know I am here, now...to keep me sane. To assure my self I am not just swimming in a sea of blackness. To know I am at least something to exist. I'm in here often enough, I'm used to it by now. Before I used to talk or yell until I'd gone hoarse, because of the things I'd seen. The pictures on the blackness. The monsters that are kept in the manor, the ones in the walls, sometimes find there way into here, and wait for me. I always do something bad, imaginary or not, and so they do not have to wait long to feast. My body hurts, especially my back. But I do not move, I stay still, listening.
*small scratch*
Did you hear that?
*many small scratches*
They are here, in here with me. They are looking for me.
*scratches getting closer*
But some how I want them to, maybe this time they will finish the job. Then I won't have to go back out there with /him/.
*scratches getting more erratic, more /impatient/*
*scratches stop suddenly*
Draco gulped, they've found me.
But before anything could happen, the closet doors swung open. The face of Lucius Malfoy looked down at the 'sorry excuse he called a son'.
"Boy, get up...Did I say you could sit down in here? Maybe another day will teach you."
Lucius slammed the doors shut again, and yelled, "You will stay standing until I get you."
The darkness surrounded Draco once more.
This time, they did hear the screaming.
(A/N): One thing: I do not believe Draco is in any way…um."unstable"…well maybe just a tad, but not to the point where he sees things which aren't there (…hopefully...) yall are wondering why I'm always on about Lucius, well...because he's evil and he's a big part of Draco's life as to /why/ Draco is evil. And so I totally have to play off that.
