Disclaimer: I don't own Worst Witch
A/N: I re-arranged this earlier on today while watching Breakfast At Tiffany's and cursing under my breath that my big toe –which is now sporting a lovely shade of purple- is effing killing me, due to falling down 7 of my home stairs. Ouch! :(
If anyone can think of a better title, I am open to suggestions :)
My second offering of WW poetry!
In Her Shoes
You sit there in the corner of the darkened room; your only comfort comes from the light of the moon. It shines bright, offering a glimmer of hope, but in an instant that feeling is choked.
The footsteps are faint to start but as they come closer, it freezes your heart; the sound of the worn out heel in the corridor outside goes click click click making you feel physically sick.
You're frozen to the spot in pure fear, and as the handle turns, escapes a solitary tear. You banish it without a seconds thought for you know of the consequences if you are caught. She would hiss "Crying is for the weak" followed by a harsh slap across your cheek.
The door creaks open and from the shadows she steps, her smirk vicious and her eyes malicious. The lock clicks back into place and you're trapped with her with no escape. She advances towards you, but you've nowhere to run. Before she's even started, you both know she's won.
Your dark brown eyes meet with her snakelike yellow; hers full of glee and yours full of terror.
"Please" the small squeak escapes from your lips, the minute you've said it you know it's a mistake. For speaking out of turn means a punishment, one you shall undertake.
Raising her hands she parts them like the Red Sea; from her fingertips raw energy flies, engulfing you all over, she gets such a rush from hearing your cries.
You feel it course through, burning you all over, a searing pain tears through your lungs and you wonder if your life is over.. You know you can't hold out much longer; your breathing weak, body aching, your heart is broken, no longer breaking.
After what seems like an eternity she finally stops and you collapse to the floor, unable to withstand anymore. She's like a lion circling its prey. Before she leaves, and as a parting gift, she slams her heel down hard on your fragile wrist.
Your scream of pain is like music to her ears and you wonder if you're destined to this for years.
Your once carefree spirit has been damaged and crushed; the flames have been practically extinguished. Never again shall they dance in the wind, never shall they be reawakened.
The door locks and her footsteps fade away, broken and bruised on the floor you lay; you don't whimper, you don't make a sound, you just lie there waiting, begging to be found.
Of course no-one's coming, they never do, and no knight in shining armour will come and rescue you.
Darkness suddenly falls on the room; it seems everyone's deserted you, even the moon.