Title: Silence
Summary: Ginny's sitting and thinking (presumably in some sort of prison) about the day that Voldemort won. May turn into a series of her thoughts.
A/N: So I'm considering writing a follow up. Maybe from another character's POV. Let me know what you think.
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This silence presses down on me like a weight coming at me from all sides.
It's waves crash down and threaten to break me.
But even in all this looming silence I hear them.
I hear them everywhere.
The terrified screams of the victims.
The crashing of angry feet against cold hard stone.
The metallic laughter of our attackers.
I hear it all and relive it each and every second of each and every day.
It's gotten to the point where I wish they'd just killed me there that night.
But instead I've been forced to lead this pointless existence.
I try to block it all out.
To give into this oppressive silence.
But I can't make the voices go away.
No one can.
They're haunting me, these memories.
Mocking me.
Laughing at me.
Just like they laughed at us that night.
When we fell.
The night that they won.
