Disclaimer: I own nothing apart from the plot line- all credit goes to J.K Rowling
Colours. Red. Blue. White. Black. Shapes, dots and faces and buildings and memories. That constant beeping somewhere to my right. I cant move. Why cant I move? Am I dead? I don't want to die, I want to live my life. My wife, what about her? I feel so achy. What is that constant beeping? Where am I? The colours- they flash in front of my eyes again, breaking the constant darkness. Then they disappear, leaving me with an image. Walking out a pub. It's dark and I'm stumbling along the road. Then I see a van, racing towards me, its drivers face open half in shock and half in anticipation. Was I hit by the van?
Footsteps, coming from my right. Two pairs of shoes- one with heels and one without. Voices, again two of them. One a man's the other belonging to-
"Mrs Malfoy, I must warn you, the van caused a lot of damage to your husband. Are you sure you're ready to see him? Very well then- just through this door if you could follow me."
The creek of a door and then a gasp. She must be in the room.
"Our tests have said that your husband cannot hear us, he seems to be fully unconscious. I will bring-"
Wait. That's not right! I can hear! I can hear perfectly. I try to scream, but nothing comes out. I can feel someone holding my hand.
"I know this is a hard time for you Mrs Malfoy, but I must tell you, the technology needed to keep your husband alive is very expensive, and we have no idea how long we will have to use it for"
This should be fine. I'm ok. We have plenty of money. My inheritance had my future children's children sorted even if none of them worked, and that was before I started adding to it. I'll be Ok, we can pay it off no problem.
"We'd have to pay?"
"Yes, I'm afraid so."
"But we have next to no money. We can hardly buy food, let alone-"
No! What is she saying? We're richer than everyone we know! We have plenty of money!
"My husband always said, if he were to be in a situation like this, he would want to go. If it were his time, he would want to go."
No! This can't be happening. I never said that. I don't want to die. I can't die. I have so much more to do in my life.
"Are you sure Mrs Malfoy? This is a very big and difficult decision for you and we understand that, we can give you time to think this through,"
"No, he would want me to live my life, I'm sure."
"Ok, I will let you say your last goodbyes."
I try to move, to speak. To give some indication that I can hear them, that I'm conscious, but still nothing happens. Her hand on mine feels like it's crushing me. What was she saying? I have never said anything like that? Why is she lying? If only I could speak. The hand leaves mine and the door opens.
"I have said goodbye."
"Ok, I am sorry for your loss Mrs Malfoy."
Why are they talking about me like I'm dead? I'm not dead! I'm a Malfoy! Surely they won't actually turn off the support? This can't be real, it just can't be. This isn't meant to happen. Why would she betray me now? I can hear footsteps approaching my bed. They wouldn't, surely they wouldn't. Please somebody hear me. I'm not ready to die. They can't. She wouldn't. This can't be real. People always listen to me, why not now? I don't want to die. If only I could speak.
Another empty bed. Another one gone. And somewhere, not too far away, another widow. Young and beautiful, she drinks her champagne in her silk dress and diamond necklace. Years ago when she first married him, he told her she was ugly and fat. Ordered her around, used her as a punching bag when drunk. She wasn't aloud to speak, she might let the truth out. She was only an object. A beautiful, stupid, careless object. Now she's free from his own careless ways. Oh the irony.
(A/N) Well there you have it, my second fic! It's a wee bit angsty. I might continue this, but for now it's just a one shot. Reviews are always welcome!
Thankyou
Pippin