Wow..um I just sort of started writing on this one. It wasn't a plan to write it or anything. Sorry the story's so short...again. I'm working on trying to make a long story sometime. Well hope you enjoy.
Day 16
The only thing that has kept me alive for these last few weeks of torture was his voice. Every time they hit me, I remember the day that I was taken and I remember when Draco told me I could never give up, no matter what. But now even though I promised him I wouldn't let them brake me; I am broken. It wasn't so much the torture that broke me, but the atmosphere. The dungeon is so cold and wet. It has no life in it. The only sounds I here are the drops of water that fall continuously. Drip…..drip…drip. Worst of all though, is that I haven't seen Draco. I keep telling myself to hold on for just a little bit longer, that he'll come and rescue me. But he hasn't. I am just a skeletal shell of the person I used to be. Everyday they come and crucio me. Every night I just tell myself ….one more day. I close my eyes and hope it won't be the last time.
Day 17
Blow after blow the pain gets more excruciating. For the past ten blows I told myself " Don't give up!", but I'm so weak and I can feel something sticky and warm flowing from my head. They laugh and I want to yell at them but I can't. I can feel my world slowly fall away. As everything starts to fade I see a green light. Draco is coming and just killed the guards. He sees me and tears start to fall down his face.
I've never seen him cry.
I know this is it. I can fight no longer. With all of my strength I whisper, "I'm not giving up, I'm letting go." And I closed my eyes for the last time.
What did you think. I know it's sad. I even felt depressed after I read it, but I couldn't bring myself to change it. REVIEW!!!! :P