A/N- This story has been flitting around in my mind for a while now… It's very dark and twisted but I have a warped mind, so yeah, deal with it :)
Anyway, if you don't like it don't worry, I spent literally no time on it, it was just an idea I needed to get down on paper. It's only a ONE-SHOT so I won't be continuing it. Oh, and sorry if there are any grammatical errors! Okay, enough of that, let's go!
Disclaimer: I don't own anything but the plot
Warning: a little bit on the dark side and may be descriptions of torture
Too far gone
When she woke, it took a moment for her to register where she was. She wished she hadn't, then she could have pretended to herself it was all a dream. No, a nightmare.
The door opened and figure appeared there. She used to pray that it was some-one come to rescue her, but even that shallow hope had long died. Now she dreaded it- the opening of the door meant more pain, more torture. There was no hope to grasp on to anymore.
She didn't notice the figure raising their wand, shouting a curse, until it hit her.
White hot pain coursed through her bones- it felt as though they were on fire, surely they were on fire. What else could hurt so much? She just wanted it to stop. She didn't care anymore, she couldn't take it. She found herself begging with the attacker, pleading for them to end it, to kill her. After all, death couldn't be as bad as this.
She didn't know how long it went on for.
Tick- tock, tick-tock.
There was no time down here, in this darkness. Just pain.
Finally the masked man stopped and walked out the room, leaving her to the darkness and the silence.
How long had she been down there?
Was it weeks? Months?
It felt to her like centuries had passed.
How long until she went insane?
She didn't want anyone to rescue her anymore. They would see how broken she was, how cowardly. A true Gryffindor would have stayed strong and kept fighting, and yet she had long given up, uncaring about whether she would live or die.
A bang.
Some shouting, screaming.
Someone had broken in; they were here to rescue her.
And all she did was stay there, slumped on the floor.
Before, she would have jumped at the chance, after all who wouldn't?
But that was before she had changed, before she had given up.
Someone rushed to her side. Harry. She could see his lips moving, but neither heard, nor cared what he was saying. She stared at him, her face blank, her eyes void of emotion. She felt herself slipping out of consciousness, but made no effort to hang on.
After all, she was too far gone.
A/N: What happens next? You decide! Anyway, did you like it? I'm still carrying on my other story by the way, and it would be cool if you could check it out! Anyway, please leave a review… Bye!- Cat xx