Disclaimer: Nothing belongs to me. It belongs to JK.
Note: Reformatted as I originally intended. Still short, hardly anymore than a drabble. A really old piece now but I still like it. Written 2002.
Bitter Tears.
Eyes, all around me. Staring, jeering.
He stands before me, laughing his cold mirthless laugh.
He pushes me to respond laughter rings in my ears.
The eyes still boring into me, his laughter still sounding.
I scream and then it's black.
I remember it clearly, much too clearly. I try to scrub, to rub off the dirt, the evil. I hear voices above me, my name, but I don't respond. I need to be clean. Salty tears run down my blood stained face, mixing with it, and giving it a coppery taste. I don't bother to wipe them away. I hear steps above me but the door is locked. No one can get in, except Him. He can go anywhere, get anywhere and no one can stop it. More tears leak from my eyes. I feel violated and nothing can help. I will never get clean; it's gone too far. I collapse on the marble floor and allow the blood to seep from my wounds and the tears, from my eyes. I want to drown; I want to end it all. I don't want to be a spy. I don't want to suffer day by day. I have no family, no love. I'm dead and that's it. I reach for the first thing I can clasp. A cloth. I stuff it into my mouth to stop the screams and hit my head against the wall but no blood comes; yet I feel dizzy. I lean against the wall and close my eyes. I hear my name again and see someone enter. His glasses shine and his hair begins to turn crimson as he lifts my head. I must be bleeding then. Strange. He doesn't look like normal. Blood is dripping from his beard and he has pale skin and dull eyes. They are fixed on me as he urgently whispers my name.
"Severus."