A short one-shot "about" Sirius Black while he was in Azkaban
AN/ I do not own the character, he belongs to J.K Rowling, so does Azkaban. I just borrowed them
He slowly regained consciousness, hoping the nightmare would be over. He'd wake up in his own bed and his best friend would still be alive. But the raw, cold air ruthlessly threw him back to reality.
He was still lying on the same stone floor, wearing the same prison uniform as when he "fell asleep"
Alone
Betrayed
Hated
Cold
Miserably
He had been his friend
He had trusted him
All he got in return was betrayal
Now here he was, alone in his cold, tiny cell.
Betrayed by one of the persons he trusted the most.
Hated by the one he needed.
He swore silently when he realized where he was. This was where he was going to spend the rest of his pathetic life.
Hated by everyone he had ever loved.
Forgotten, nothing but a diffuse memory from the past.
No one would miss him when he was no more
No one missed him, but he missed everyone, even the slime ball known as Snape.
He had to get out.
They had to know the truth.
He had to get out.
This place was slowly killing him
He was going to get out
…one day