A/N: It's been ages.
Hiya.
If this is awful, haha, I'm so sorry.
Writer's block is a bitch.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
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And although I was losing my mind
It was a call that was so sublime
But the room is so quiet, oh oh oh...
-Florence and the Machine – Breath of Life
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She is not quite sure when it was she realised she was losing her sanity.
It may have been the first day she tortured someone to death. The first day she felt the divine rush she still receives from murdering someone. The first day she truly lost herself in the moment; hearing the beautifully terrifying screams of her victim; practically hearing the Mudblood's life slipping away. The noise that emitted from their lungs as their nails scratched across the floorboards, leaving marks that no spell could erase.
The call of insanity was far beyond any sort of pleasure she could have imagined.
And yet it was not quite enough.
She is sitting there now, on the floor, her legs crossed as she places the tips of her fingers in the dents. Her eyelids flutter closed for a fraction of the second; a flashback; flickers of the face of that Mudblood; the shrieks that filled Bellatrix Lestrange's heart with ecstasy.
Horrifyingly glorious, a voice in the back of Bellatrix's head sings that lullaby-chant she made up so very long ago.
Poor little Mudblood
So very young
Never saw it coming –
Bellatrix grins.
"We'll take you down, one by one."
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