"A thousand words"
Addicted Sinner
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A/N: YAY! O_O; An update since like.. What? November? Anyways, Hope you like this chapter. More.. Angst and crap, I think. Read and review, tell me what you think. I might be holding off on this one a little more longer 'till I get "Break me, Shake me" (Draco x Hermione) back up, and "Emotionless", with a seventh chapter, also. Go read. O_o; Please? ;-; I'll love you forever! And free cookies. :D
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Brown eyes fluttered open as the girl looked around. Her surrounds from before had gone and now she was stuck in the same place as before -- the icy cold feeling came over her again, and she brought her knees up to her chest to keep herself warm. 'Why is he doing this to me?' she thought as a few tears escaped her eyes. Low footsteps could be heard, but closer with every step. Fear set in, as Ginny tried to get up and run but something was holding her back -- or someone. Before she knew it, a pair of pale hands were grabbing hold of her wrists forcing her to stand. A small chilling breath came across her neck as he spoke to her. "Ginny, Ginny, Ginny.. When will you learn not to mess with fire?" Her eyes darted from side to side trying to think of a way out -- but only found darkness and coldness around her. The feeling of helplessness and sorrow came back to her once more as his hands moved over her. Was this another dream he had lured her into? Or the truth to a chilling reality?
Gripping her small wrists with one hand, he brought his other up to her cheek trailing it down slowly. "Why are you doing this to me, Tom?" more tears fell to the ground and her robes as he moved his fingers over to wipe them away. "I already told you, love. Only to rule again.." An evil smirk crossed his face.
"Is ruling and killing all that matters to you?"
"Always has been, Ginny. I thought you knew that by now."
Silence on her part. The same question had been running through her mind ever since she got raped.. She knew he didn't love her.. And most likely wouldn't.. But if you didn't love someone then how could you survive in life? It was a crucial element - she found that out soon enough. But could someone really live on just hating and killing more people then she could count? Even killing the famous 'Boy-who-lived's parents?
His arm was now tightly wrapped around her waist making her breathe in small portions. Looking up to him, she saw what she feared the most in his eyes. Hate. Pain. Anguish. Sorrow. He lowered his lips to her ear, slowly speaking to her and making chills run down her back. "Its just a matter of time, Ginny.. Before you're completely mine and no one else's.." the words ran through her mind again. Would she always be in his possession? Even if he just killed her?
Leaning in closer, he lightly kissed her cheek and let her go disappearing and leaving a stunned Ginny behind.
Her body jolted upwards in the bed, a faint trace of sweat appearing on her forehead. "It was all just a dream?" she mumbled to herself. The girl looked around and saw it was still dark out - probably around two or three in the morning. So it wasn't real..
'Nothings real anymore..' she thought sadly. 'I don't know who to trust.. or who to run to, either.'
But something told her Tom Riddle, or Voldemort as he would soon be called again - wasn't done with her quite yet. She was still alive, wasen't she? Why hadn't he just killed her then? Or a week ago?
"Why does he put me through this tourture.." he said to herself, laying her head on the pillow but not being able to sleep. Her eyes stared blankly at the white ceiling infront of her. Random images and things he said to her kept coming back. How he said he cared, and made her biggest wish come true - only to backstab her and use her for his own selfish ways.
'I should probably just try to forget him,' Ginny thought 'it won't be that hard.'
But what she didn't realize is Tom was a part of her now and always would be. And he would do anything to make her completely his. Where the diary lay opened next to her bed and the quill and ink beside it, the boy wrote something to her, and only for her. Ginny had switched sides though not bothering to pick the diary or ink back up. Deep within the pages a green font in cursive writing showed faintly then disappeared.
"Tomorrow."
Then all was silent as the first few rays of golden sunlight shone threw the windows of Ginny Weasley's dorm room.
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A/N: That all right? O_o; Uhh.. Read and review. I miss hearing what people have to say about this story, actually. Thanks again. ;B Keep checking back from time to time to see if theres a next chapter, also. (Maybe a sequel, I dunno yet. No real ideas to where this should/would go.)
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Addicted Sinner
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A/N: YAY! O_O; An update since like.. What? November? Anyways, Hope you like this chapter. More.. Angst and crap, I think. Read and review, tell me what you think. I might be holding off on this one a little more longer 'till I get "Break me, Shake me" (Draco x Hermione) back up, and "Emotionless", with a seventh chapter, also. Go read. O_o; Please? ;-; I'll love you forever! And free cookies. :D
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Brown eyes fluttered open as the girl looked around. Her surrounds from before had gone and now she was stuck in the same place as before -- the icy cold feeling came over her again, and she brought her knees up to her chest to keep herself warm. 'Why is he doing this to me?' she thought as a few tears escaped her eyes. Low footsteps could be heard, but closer with every step. Fear set in, as Ginny tried to get up and run but something was holding her back -- or someone. Before she knew it, a pair of pale hands were grabbing hold of her wrists forcing her to stand. A small chilling breath came across her neck as he spoke to her. "Ginny, Ginny, Ginny.. When will you learn not to mess with fire?" Her eyes darted from side to side trying to think of a way out -- but only found darkness and coldness around her. The feeling of helplessness and sorrow came back to her once more as his hands moved over her. Was this another dream he had lured her into? Or the truth to a chilling reality?
Gripping her small wrists with one hand, he brought his other up to her cheek trailing it down slowly. "Why are you doing this to me, Tom?" more tears fell to the ground and her robes as he moved his fingers over to wipe them away. "I already told you, love. Only to rule again.." An evil smirk crossed his face.
"Is ruling and killing all that matters to you?"
"Always has been, Ginny. I thought you knew that by now."
Silence on her part. The same question had been running through her mind ever since she got raped.. She knew he didn't love her.. And most likely wouldn't.. But if you didn't love someone then how could you survive in life? It was a crucial element - she found that out soon enough. But could someone really live on just hating and killing more people then she could count? Even killing the famous 'Boy-who-lived's parents?
His arm was now tightly wrapped around her waist making her breathe in small portions. Looking up to him, she saw what she feared the most in his eyes. Hate. Pain. Anguish. Sorrow. He lowered his lips to her ear, slowly speaking to her and making chills run down her back. "Its just a matter of time, Ginny.. Before you're completely mine and no one else's.." the words ran through her mind again. Would she always be in his possession? Even if he just killed her?
Leaning in closer, he lightly kissed her cheek and let her go disappearing and leaving a stunned Ginny behind.
Her body jolted upwards in the bed, a faint trace of sweat appearing on her forehead. "It was all just a dream?" she mumbled to herself. The girl looked around and saw it was still dark out - probably around two or three in the morning. So it wasn't real..
'Nothings real anymore..' she thought sadly. 'I don't know who to trust.. or who to run to, either.'
But something told her Tom Riddle, or Voldemort as he would soon be called again - wasn't done with her quite yet. She was still alive, wasen't she? Why hadn't he just killed her then? Or a week ago?
"Why does he put me through this tourture.." he said to herself, laying her head on the pillow but not being able to sleep. Her eyes stared blankly at the white ceiling infront of her. Random images and things he said to her kept coming back. How he said he cared, and made her biggest wish come true - only to backstab her and use her for his own selfish ways.
'I should probably just try to forget him,' Ginny thought 'it won't be that hard.'
But what she didn't realize is Tom was a part of her now and always would be. And he would do anything to make her completely his. Where the diary lay opened next to her bed and the quill and ink beside it, the boy wrote something to her, and only for her. Ginny had switched sides though not bothering to pick the diary or ink back up. Deep within the pages a green font in cursive writing showed faintly then disappeared.
"Tomorrow."
Then all was silent as the first few rays of golden sunlight shone threw the windows of Ginny Weasley's dorm room.
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A/N: That all right? O_o; Uhh.. Read and review. I miss hearing what people have to say about this story, actually. Thanks again. ;B Keep checking back from time to time to see if theres a next chapter, also. (Maybe a sequel, I dunno yet. No real ideas to where this should/would go.)
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