"A thousand words"
Chapter five
Addicted Sinner
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A/N: Since I've gotten a few reviews saying that they liked my story and I should do a sequel or keep going, I've decided to do just that. Instead of ending it at four chapters why not see how much shit I can get Ginny into and that I can type up also? :D Thanks for those who have reviwed me so far. If you see any misspellings, I'm sorry. :x Spelling check annoys the shit out of me (I have my reasons. ;) so if you see any, tell me. o.o;
Flames are bad - All flames you give to me, I will burn your house down with. ^^ So don't flame. And.. once again, I have no idea where I'm going with this story so.. okay, yeah. On with it. Hope you like it.
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She found herself lying in bed covered in pure white sheets. A glass of water was beside her and the sun that shone threw the windows blinded her. Covering her eyes with the sheet, her mind raced back to a week ago. Where was she a week ago exactly? In class? Maybe in her dorm? Sleeping perhaps? Her memory went blank. Something had happened to her. . she just coulden't remember what. . "I see you're up now Ms. Weasley." The girl heard a voice call out. It was the Nurse. Uncorvering her eyes, she squinted to get an almost clear vision of the woman. "And how are you feeling today, dear? Of course, silly me. You should be able to go back to your dorm later tonight or tomorrow, honey. Depends on how you feel though. . . My, my, you sure have been here awhile. . ." her voice drowned on and on until something caught Ginny's attention.
"You sure have been here awhile. . ." the words echoed in her mind.
Forcing herself to scoot up a little, she looked to the Nurse. "How. . How long have I been here, exactly?" she asked surprised that her voice wasen't as normal and loud as it usually was. "Well my dear, you've been here a week just sleeping. No one could wake you. . You seemed to be having nightmares all the time, also. Calling out some boy's name, I think. . Tom, was it? Yes, that's right. His name was Tom." A small smile crossed her face.
Ginnys eyes went wide with fear. But of course, she wasen't going to let the other woman know or even see her reaction. "Wel, I suppose you're still tired, dear? Since you're awake, I'll send an Elf up soon with some food for you to eat, that alright dear? You do need your strength." Ginny nodded at her then slowly felt her slide back in her normal position all the while watching the nurse rush out of the room and back, and out the room once more. Closing her eyes, Ginny's thoughts came drifting back to her. "Why Tom, Why me. . What did you that night. . . Wheres the diary at anyways?" the girl thought. Shaking her head, she let her mind and thoughts slip away, as sleep overcame her and she was silenced once more.
[ Two days later ]
The redheaded girl was up and about again attending all her classes, and smiling more. Not once since she had woken up in the Hospital Wing had she touched the diary - or even opened it to let a blotch of ink soak in. The temptation was killing her. . . So many questions, and only one person could answer them. But then again - she feared that one person now. The power of the diary had started to scare her, but now it had gone too far and theres was nothing she could do to stop it.
But she could always try.
Sneaking up to the Gryffindor tower and her dorm room during dinner time, she brought the diary out again. It felt odd to have the book placed back in her pale fingers again. After so many memories and scars were brought from it, as well. Opening the pages and bringing out a quill, Ginny started to write something. . .
Tom, are you there?
"Ginny? Is that you?"
Yes, Tom its me. . .
"You seem so sad. . . Care to tell me why?"
No. She had never said no to him before.. well, except on a few occasions but other then that she had always said 'Yes Tom' and spilled her heart out to the man. But she finally said No to him. A small smile crept across her face.
"And why not Ginny? Please tell me why. Do I frighten you?" the question seemed so innocent. Like a five year old would ask his younger sister who could barely talk.
Do I frighten you. . .?
The words raced through her head. Yes. No. Maybe? I'm not sure, Tom. Answers were coming from everywhere. Yet she wasen't sure which one she was feeling at the moment. Then she heard his voice.
"Ginny . . . Don't be afraid. . you can trust me. You know you can. I love you."
No you don't. Her words were messy and almost unreadable on the pages of the diary.
"Yes, I do, Ginny. You know I do. And noone should tell you other wise."
You said you loved me, Tom. A tear fell to the page, and soaked in.
"I do. I just told you that. Do you believe me or don't you?" Even though he was writing to her, she could feel the effect of his words in her mind. "You do own me, Tom. . .But why? Why me?" she asked, looking around and looked surprised when writing appeared.
"Why Ginny? WHY? Do you really think I'll be able to. . to tell you why from here? Why don't I just. . come vist you again and tell you why, then?"
The sleepy feeling was coming over again.
Her eyes were slowly falling, and she was staring at the ceiling once more.
The diary had fallen to the floor, the bottle of ink making stains on it.. then she heard a voice. His voice. "Well, Well, Well. Looks like our little Ginny doesn't know when to stop playing with fire - obiviously doesn't know that you'll get burnt in the process. But Ginny, you've gotten burnt so many times and yet you go back for more. . Why is that, dear?" he was above her again. Green eyes twinkling with evilness. His lips were pulled into his famous smirk. Black hair dangled a bit infront of his eyes. No response from Ginny. "Hm. I told you Ginny. I own you. And soon enough, you'll be gone - and I'll be alive and the powerfulest wizard this world has ever seen - once more." His smirk turned into a wide grin as he brought a hand up to her cheek trailing it down her face to her shoulder. "Such a sweet girl, too. . ."
Her voice was soft and horse. "Why. . What did you to me a week ago, Tom?"
The grin formed a frown as he brought both his hands up to his chest and crossed them. "A simple spell, really. You sleep for as long as I say you do - that's why you never woke until two days ago - and in that process you get weaker. Ever wonder why everytime I come to vist you, I'm able to just lay you on the bed like this and stare down at you leaving you helpless?" the grin was back. "I thought at first; 'I can just kill the girl, be rid of her, have the whole wizarding world to myself, and kill off all the muggles. .' but then I thought; 'No, I'm having too much fun toying with her. Once she gains my full trust I'll be able to do anything with her. . ' Hence the night I took your innocence, Weasely." Her cheeks went a pale shade of pink as her eyes closed and she forced them go open again. "Am I dying, Tom. . Are you killing me like you did all the others?" her voice was very low now. "No, my dear. You're simply going to sleep . . until I say for you to wake up. Or you may never wake up. I'm not too sure myself." A groan escaped her lips. "Good night, my love." He whispered and watched as her eyes closed. .
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A/N: No.. ;_; I like writing this story. Its fun. And I'm having writters block again. (oh, joy.) I don't know if Ginny dies, though. O_o; But there is an ending I'm going to try to write into this... ; Anyways! Check back soon for more updates. Read and review. Thanks. And for Kacie, and everyone else who asked - I might do a sequel to this. Not sure though. XB Whoo.
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End chapter five
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A/N: Since I've gotten a few reviews saying that they liked my story and I should do a sequel or keep going, I've decided to do just that. Instead of ending it at four chapters why not see how much shit I can get Ginny into and that I can type up also? :D Thanks for those who have reviwed me so far. If you see any misspellings, I'm sorry. :x Spelling check annoys the shit out of me (I have my reasons. ;) so if you see any, tell me. o.o;
Flames are bad - All flames you give to me, I will burn your house down with. ^^ So don't flame. And.. once again, I have no idea where I'm going with this story so.. okay, yeah. On with it. Hope you like it.
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She found herself lying in bed covered in pure white sheets. A glass of water was beside her and the sun that shone threw the windows blinded her. Covering her eyes with the sheet, her mind raced back to a week ago. Where was she a week ago exactly? In class? Maybe in her dorm? Sleeping perhaps? Her memory went blank. Something had happened to her. . she just coulden't remember what. . "I see you're up now Ms. Weasley." The girl heard a voice call out. It was the Nurse. Uncorvering her eyes, she squinted to get an almost clear vision of the woman. "And how are you feeling today, dear? Of course, silly me. You should be able to go back to your dorm later tonight or tomorrow, honey. Depends on how you feel though. . . My, my, you sure have been here awhile. . ." her voice drowned on and on until something caught Ginny's attention.
"You sure have been here awhile. . ." the words echoed in her mind.
Forcing herself to scoot up a little, she looked to the Nurse. "How. . How long have I been here, exactly?" she asked surprised that her voice wasen't as normal and loud as it usually was. "Well my dear, you've been here a week just sleeping. No one could wake you. . You seemed to be having nightmares all the time, also. Calling out some boy's name, I think. . Tom, was it? Yes, that's right. His name was Tom." A small smile crossed her face.
Ginnys eyes went wide with fear. But of course, she wasen't going to let the other woman know or even see her reaction. "Wel, I suppose you're still tired, dear? Since you're awake, I'll send an Elf up soon with some food for you to eat, that alright dear? You do need your strength." Ginny nodded at her then slowly felt her slide back in her normal position all the while watching the nurse rush out of the room and back, and out the room once more. Closing her eyes, Ginny's thoughts came drifting back to her. "Why Tom, Why me. . What did you that night. . . Wheres the diary at anyways?" the girl thought. Shaking her head, she let her mind and thoughts slip away, as sleep overcame her and she was silenced once more.
[ Two days later ]
The redheaded girl was up and about again attending all her classes, and smiling more. Not once since she had woken up in the Hospital Wing had she touched the diary - or even opened it to let a blotch of ink soak in. The temptation was killing her. . . So many questions, and only one person could answer them. But then again - she feared that one person now. The power of the diary had started to scare her, but now it had gone too far and theres was nothing she could do to stop it.
But she could always try.
Sneaking up to the Gryffindor tower and her dorm room during dinner time, she brought the diary out again. It felt odd to have the book placed back in her pale fingers again. After so many memories and scars were brought from it, as well. Opening the pages and bringing out a quill, Ginny started to write something. . .
Tom, are you there?
"Ginny? Is that you?"
Yes, Tom its me. . .
"You seem so sad. . . Care to tell me why?"
No. She had never said no to him before.. well, except on a few occasions but other then that she had always said 'Yes Tom' and spilled her heart out to the man. But she finally said No to him. A small smile crept across her face.
"And why not Ginny? Please tell me why. Do I frighten you?" the question seemed so innocent. Like a five year old would ask his younger sister who could barely talk.
Do I frighten you. . .?
The words raced through her head. Yes. No. Maybe? I'm not sure, Tom. Answers were coming from everywhere. Yet she wasen't sure which one she was feeling at the moment. Then she heard his voice.
"Ginny . . . Don't be afraid. . you can trust me. You know you can. I love you."
No you don't. Her words were messy and almost unreadable on the pages of the diary.
"Yes, I do, Ginny. You know I do. And noone should tell you other wise."
You said you loved me, Tom. A tear fell to the page, and soaked in.
"I do. I just told you that. Do you believe me or don't you?" Even though he was writing to her, she could feel the effect of his words in her mind. "You do own me, Tom. . .But why? Why me?" she asked, looking around and looked surprised when writing appeared.
"Why Ginny? WHY? Do you really think I'll be able to. . to tell you why from here? Why don't I just. . come vist you again and tell you why, then?"
The sleepy feeling was coming over again.
Her eyes were slowly falling, and she was staring at the ceiling once more.
The diary had fallen to the floor, the bottle of ink making stains on it.. then she heard a voice. His voice. "Well, Well, Well. Looks like our little Ginny doesn't know when to stop playing with fire - obiviously doesn't know that you'll get burnt in the process. But Ginny, you've gotten burnt so many times and yet you go back for more. . Why is that, dear?" he was above her again. Green eyes twinkling with evilness. His lips were pulled into his famous smirk. Black hair dangled a bit infront of his eyes. No response from Ginny. "Hm. I told you Ginny. I own you. And soon enough, you'll be gone - and I'll be alive and the powerfulest wizard this world has ever seen - once more." His smirk turned into a wide grin as he brought a hand up to her cheek trailing it down her face to her shoulder. "Such a sweet girl, too. . ."
Her voice was soft and horse. "Why. . What did you to me a week ago, Tom?"
The grin formed a frown as he brought both his hands up to his chest and crossed them. "A simple spell, really. You sleep for as long as I say you do - that's why you never woke until two days ago - and in that process you get weaker. Ever wonder why everytime I come to vist you, I'm able to just lay you on the bed like this and stare down at you leaving you helpless?" the grin was back. "I thought at first; 'I can just kill the girl, be rid of her, have the whole wizarding world to myself, and kill off all the muggles. .' but then I thought; 'No, I'm having too much fun toying with her. Once she gains my full trust I'll be able to do anything with her. . ' Hence the night I took your innocence, Weasely." Her cheeks went a pale shade of pink as her eyes closed and she forced them go open again. "Am I dying, Tom. . Are you killing me like you did all the others?" her voice was very low now. "No, my dear. You're simply going to sleep . . until I say for you to wake up. Or you may never wake up. I'm not too sure myself." A groan escaped her lips. "Good night, my love." He whispered and watched as her eyes closed. .
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A/N: No.. ;_; I like writing this story. Its fun. And I'm having writters block again. (oh, joy.) I don't know if Ginny dies, though. O_o; But there is an ending I'm going to try to write into this... ; Anyways! Check back soon for more updates. Read and review. Thanks. And for Kacie, and everyone else who asked - I might do a sequel to this. Not sure though. XB Whoo.
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End chapter five