The cold air cut into her lungs as she ran.
It was so difficult to keep going, to continue to breath, but she had to go on!
Never had she felt such a fear, never had she dared to rebel. It was her only hope, flee or die trying!
She couldn't go back. Couldn't take anymore. All this pain and hate she had to endure there, all the scars they gave her, of course not where anyone could see them. The daily threats, all the night she stayed awake because of pure fear. Fear of being 'punished' again, being tugged down to the dungeons and locked in there for mere days, without warmth or food. Just some ice cold water had she been given.
No, she wouldn't go back, she would kill herself or someone else if she had to, but never return to hell on earth!
The mud flew in every direction as she fell hard onto the ground. Maybe she should have taken the path. No, she reminded herself, they would find me there easier!
She heaved herself upright and felt a sudden pain in her ankle. She suppressed a scream and tried again to stand on two feet. It hurt like hell but she had no choice. With klenched teeth she continued her way across the field. Soon would she reach the forest.
Maybe... maybe there is someone who can help me... she hoped and knew how stupid her thoughts were but hope was all that kept her going. For hours she limped through the forest, nearly blinded by pain and the cold that felt like it had completely consumed her, was shaking her and making it even harder to go on.
Only a few miles, not at all the night through as planed, could she walk before she would fade. She knew it, knew she would most likely die out here in the cold. At least she would die as a free person. The thought made her smile and she walk as fast as she could.
Not an hour later was she holding onto a tree, searching for support. She sensed that she reached her limit and almost gave up, when she suddenly saw a light. Trying to focus her view she could make out a small town in the dark, not too far away!
'Thank, Merlin!' she murmered and forced her legs forward with sheer power of will. There just had to be someone who could help her. If it was only a warm bed for a few hours or something to eat, oh how she craved for some warm...
Her scream pierced through the night. She hadn't seen the sharp ascent. She rolled downwards, unable to get a hold on something she slammed against trees and rocks, rolling faster and faster. Suddenly the ascent ended, but she kept rolling due to the push.
She saw the rock coming, couldn't stop, a sharp pain on her head, then...nothing but blackness.
Hello guys, this is the prologue of a story I had in my mind for a long time. I finally decided to write it down, maybe you like it.
I apologise for any spelling or writing mistakes, I'm still searching for a beta! If you would like to read chapters before anyone else, please send me a PM.
As usual: I don't own Harry Potter, it all J. (I just play with it and insert a few minor things, like my character ;) )
Good night,
WYS