He had tortured me mercilessly. All I could think of was for the pain to stop, the pulsating in my body to stop. Her face, her eyes, they were clear, but shiney in my head. It was Sophie, my beloved and dead niece Sophie, standing there in the corner of the room, watching me with her cerulean blue eyes. Aunt Cissy, you need to run. You need to go. She was talking to me now, her voice somewhat commanding like her mother's. I looked at her, dazed, amazed and scared. My Sophie, my beautiful niece that I loved, and couldn't protect. This was my turn to try and protect her now, I needed to save her this time.
"Sophie! Run, Sophie Run!" I pulled against the chains, trying to move her forward, into safety, into the shadows. She wouldn't budge, all she did was stand in front of me, her face full of sadness and pain. I began to shake, I felt myself loosing my grip on things more now. I pushed harder, the shackles dug in deeper in my wrists. "Sophie! Please! Please RUN!" I began to cry. I was trying, trying so hard to save her this time. I pushed harder, until she disappeared, but I could hear her screaming, screaming my name, to help, to protect her.
I immediately became a huddled mess on the floor, rocking back and forth. I covered my ears, I tried to block the sound. "Tick tock, tick tock, this is a clock. Tick tock, tick tock, I'm falling off a rock." The screams were louder now, they were more definite; They were my own. I screamed louder. I screamed for Sophie, for my Bella, for my Lucius, and Draco. Most importantly, I screamed for someone to save me as well. I was doomed, I was stuck here.