Staring at her arm, she willed the mark away, willed it all to be a dream.
Willed Tom to never have appeared.
Although, in the deepest part of her heart she didn't want to wish it away. She wanted to remember how good a friend he was at first, even if he was faking. When she realized that, she dropped down to beside the wall. Ginny curled up so she wasn't really sitting, but wasn't laying either. It was uncomfortable, but she deserved it.
As she lay there she thought back to where it all started. She had had plenty of warning, but she'd ignored it all. Just totally dismissed it, not wanting to believe what was happening. As her thoughts drifted, she unconsciously traced words into the dirt. Words to a song her father sang when she had nightmares about the chamber and the diary.
Her parents had never asked what she dreamed about. Maybe they thought it was best to forget about it? Maybe they guessed she was afraid to talk about it? Or maybe they were too afraid to hear of exactly how horrible it all was.
By third year she was almost over it when she started getting these weird dreams. Dreams of things she'd never done, never even heard of. Or heard of and forgot. She dreamed of dancing with Tom. Tom had always told her he loved dancing. The control it took, to get every move right. The power you had, to make one mistake and ruin the whole thing, or make it the best anyone had ever seen. It was enticing, seductive, the thrill it gave you to see your partners eyes fill with fear when you swung them around you, then relief when you caught them. Or the hurt they felt when they fell.
Of course, Tom hadn't told her that part at first.
No, at first Tom had spun a word of faerie tales, stories where Cinderella got the prince, or Snow white lived happily ever after. He didn't tell about where the sisters grew angry of their baby sister's luck, and convinced her husband she had given birth to farm animals, so he chained her to a box outside for people to throw things at her.
No. Tom had wheeled her in with kind words and complements, then when she was too far in to pull out, starting showing her his real self. Showing her exactly what went on in that twisted soul of his.
But the scariest thing of all wasn't his darkness.. no. It was his coldness. Ginny was filled with love. Love for everyone around her, compassion for everything. Tom hated. Tom hated with his whole heart, with a senseless passion that frightened, and intrigued her. Ginny had never felt that passionately about anything. Not even her crush on Harry was that strong.
Tom was crazed passion. Bottled tight with angry, painful emotions not even he fully understood.
Her dreams always started out calm. She would be picking flowers, when suddenly he would be there. She would always try and run, but Tom was fast. Faster than anything she'd ever seen, he always caught her. No matter what she did, even when she threw him as far away from everyone as she could get, he'd always come back, and with a vengeance.
She would plead to be let go but Tom wasn't a nice boy. No, not nice at all. He smiled when she begged him to go away, tears trickling down her face, and he would grin. A grin full of malicious pleasure that horrified Ginny.
Then he'd always say the same thing. "No matter how far you run, I will always catch you."
And now he had.
Authors Note: It's a bit odd, but the idea wouldn't get out of my head.
ReViEw!
Although, in the deepest part of her heart she didn't want to wish it away. She wanted to remember how good a friend he was at first, even if he was faking. When she realized that, she dropped down to beside the wall. Ginny curled up so she wasn't really sitting, but wasn't laying either. It was uncomfortable, but she deserved it.
As she lay there she thought back to where it all started. She had had plenty of warning, but she'd ignored it all. Just totally dismissed it, not wanting to believe what was happening. As her thoughts drifted, she unconsciously traced words into the dirt. Words to a song her father sang when she had nightmares about the chamber and the diary.
Her parents had never asked what she dreamed about. Maybe they thought it was best to forget about it? Maybe they guessed she was afraid to talk about it? Or maybe they were too afraid to hear of exactly how horrible it all was.
By third year she was almost over it when she started getting these weird dreams. Dreams of things she'd never done, never even heard of. Or heard of and forgot. She dreamed of dancing with Tom. Tom had always told her he loved dancing. The control it took, to get every move right. The power you had, to make one mistake and ruin the whole thing, or make it the best anyone had ever seen. It was enticing, seductive, the thrill it gave you to see your partners eyes fill with fear when you swung them around you, then relief when you caught them. Or the hurt they felt when they fell.
Of course, Tom hadn't told her that part at first.
No, at first Tom had spun a word of faerie tales, stories where Cinderella got the prince, or Snow white lived happily ever after. He didn't tell about where the sisters grew angry of their baby sister's luck, and convinced her husband she had given birth to farm animals, so he chained her to a box outside for people to throw things at her.
No. Tom had wheeled her in with kind words and complements, then when she was too far in to pull out, starting showing her his real self. Showing her exactly what went on in that twisted soul of his.
But the scariest thing of all wasn't his darkness.. no. It was his coldness. Ginny was filled with love. Love for everyone around her, compassion for everything. Tom hated. Tom hated with his whole heart, with a senseless passion that frightened, and intrigued her. Ginny had never felt that passionately about anything. Not even her crush on Harry was that strong.
Tom was crazed passion. Bottled tight with angry, painful emotions not even he fully understood.
Her dreams always started out calm. She would be picking flowers, when suddenly he would be there. She would always try and run, but Tom was fast. Faster than anything she'd ever seen, he always caught her. No matter what she did, even when she threw him as far away from everyone as she could get, he'd always come back, and with a vengeance.
She would plead to be let go but Tom wasn't a nice boy. No, not nice at all. He smiled when she begged him to go away, tears trickling down her face, and he would grin. A grin full of malicious pleasure that horrified Ginny.
Then he'd always say the same thing. "No matter how far you run, I will always catch you."
And now he had.
Authors Note: It's a bit odd, but the idea wouldn't get out of my head.
ReViEw!