I don't own any of the characters, sadly don't own Harry Potter or Twilight.
Darkness, can be comfort to many but for now it was the enemy. I try to be brave enough even at the worst of times it usually helps me, yet now this moment is the worst I have experience. Resting uncomfortably against a floor that is meant to sparkle at the most highest class of society get-togethers, now coverd by my sweat, tears, and blood.
I had to wake up or at least force myself to consciousness for some minutes even if it meant suffering once more. Maybe this what that lethal bitch wanted, for I to struggle to the point of death. Or paint these floors red of my filthy blood. This was part of war, the bitter harsh ways of war.
I rather this darkness than the memories of my childhood. The sweet song Mum hummed was playing in this darkness; you see she used do this after a bad moment happened in my life. She always hum to me you are my sunshine and how I dearly miss her with that hum.
Jane Jessabelle Swan Granger, now known as Monica Belle Wilkins. Also is at this moment clueless of the own existence of her only daughter along with her faith husband Wendell Mark Wilkins. I was bittersweet on the fact that she might never see my beloved parents once more. The last she heard of them with the latest news from the order was that they're planning to adopt twin baby boys.
The important thing is they are both safe even if it means never being part of their lives once more. It was the wise thing to do, but damn it hurt my whole being like no other.
I could hear laughter in this darkness overpowering my mum's hum, that awful high pitched skin crawling laugh. Bet that no good rotten women was displaying her lastest piece on my body. I wonder what did she do this time to me! Last time I was awake it was her favorite knife running over every inch of my skin until she started carving into me. Now I wait to force myself to consciousness or that this woman make me awake in pain. As long as I don't get to hear the sweet humming of the past.