I was bored, and after listening to some cheerful music, I decided to write a tragic story. Ha ha.
Don't judge me!
Reliving the Nightmare
I thought it was only a nightmare, but it had all been so real. The blood, the tears, the cuts and gashes that formed on my skin. The coldness of the earth beneath me, its surface shaking, and the feeling of darkness and despair crashing against my body. I remember using an unforgivable curse; but to whom I attacked, I had no idea. Maybe it was a sin for using it, since not so long after, I was on the ground, and blood poured out through my wounds.
The Boy Who Lived stared at me in horror, his best friend doing the same. I looked at them, almost confusingly. What had they seen? Did I look that horrible?
I glanced down at my wand, its surface coated with a red liquid. My hands shook and my fingers felt weak, making me drop my weapon; and I slowly collapsed, as if the world had turned into slow motion, dropping itself onto me like a thick blanket.
Someone called out for me, I heard my name, and an unclear image of a young boy's face appeared in front of me. I couldn't see through the blood in my eyes, but I caught a flash of blond hair, as it dripped water onto my face. He screamed at me, and shook my shoulders; I'm guessing he wasn't too satisfied of me using the curse either...
And now, here I am, right where I was in the dream. I tried to see his face, his eyes, anything; but only red covered my vision. I felt another drop on my face. It wasn't raining, I was sure of that, and it tasted like salt when it trickled to my lips; my tongue automatically darting out to catch it. Another drop came, but after a while, I realized, that it hadn't come from the person above me; it had come out from my eyes.
It seemed to have washed away all the blood, since my vision slowly became clear. I blinked a few times, my eyelashes sticking together when I tried to pull them apart. It was him, the boy who committed all those sins. I thought he had died, but he hadn't, and he looked more alive then I could've ever imagined. I wanted to feel shameful, depressed, and I wanted to sigh and mutter out an "oh well"; but somehow, my burning heart made the corners of my lips lift up, forming into a small grin as I stared at him. He was paler than usual; his lifeless, yet hopeful, eyes looking intensely back at me. What was he doing here? Shouldn't he have fled with all his other fellow Slytherins? Didn't he want me dead?
If he was all that, why was he still crying for me?
I closed my eyes, feeling the soft grass move against my own skin. Then I looked up, a small tear trickled down my face, for I knew that I was going to die. My shaking hands moved up to cup his face, the smile still not disappearing from my lips. I muttered out three words, before I closed my eyes again, and I felt myself drop my hand back down to the earth.
A light breeze blew over me, making me colder than I already was. I realized a small numbness on the corners of my lips, for it had always been lifted, until darkness finally took over me, taking my life away forever.
Maybe reliving that nightmare wasn't so bad after all.
-Sigh- I don't know what came to me...and what's weirdest is that it's 7:30 in the morning. The cheerful music was actually my alarm clock, I never snoozed it. Ha ha.
Alrighty then! Tell me what you think! Or thought! I'm not gonna think too much about the grammar right now!
And don't worry, I'm not depressed. ;)
'Til next time! :D