Midnight, wandering through the castle, paintings drifting off into dreamless sleeps, the halls only dimly-lit by the wand held in front of her dreary face, she knows that she shouldn't be out of bed but the adrenaline rush of potentially getting caught is too tempting. Small thuds from all directions aren't enough to scare her, she keeps on walking aimlessly, like she has no destination or reason, which she doesn't. She doesn't have a reason for anything any more, just an empty shell of the person she used to be, like a faded smile, she has changed. She isn't who she wanted to be, so she sees no point in being happy any more. You wouldn't understand, you couldn't understand what its like being a shadow, only ever a shadow of what you should be because you chose the path you wanted to go down, or you were pushed like she was, pushed into something she didn't ever want to be.
Turning a corner, a faint whisper calls her name 'Amelia…' and she breathes heavily, trying to block it out of her head but she can't. Constantly whispering her name, not knowing whether it's coming from inside her head or if it is actually real this time..
Furious beating of wings sounding inside her head as the clock strikes one and the whispers get louder once again, she knows that this time she isn't getting out. She pulls out the knife and plunges into her own heart.
There's nowhere left to run when you're hiding from yourself.