Falling... he was falling slowly into blackness. He couldn't see anything not, his own hands, his own body, he couldn't feel anything except the queasy feeling in his stomach, which told him he was really falling. He opened his mouth to scream but nothing came out. Not a single breath. The darkness holding him tightly and unwilling to let go. He felt something now when his stomach settled. Cold hands clasped around his wrists and he tried to scream again, nothing escaping his mouth. He felt a large body atop of his, pressing down. His mind cluttered with thoughts of his father. Wetness trailed across his face and to his lips forcing his mouth open, invading and attacking and he knew what was happening, the same thing over again. Tears ran down his face and tired desperately to see anything, but there was nothing, nothing but the dark. Clothes now gone without a trace and the feeling of skin against skin made him sob, but the sound unheard by his ears. His mind spinning, he tried desperately to ignore the hands and body on his. He closed his eyes and saw it. Saw him, pinned down to the bed by his hands, his father on top holding him steady with his weight. He watched himself turn his head to the side where the window was supposed to be, looking directly into his own eyes. He looked at his father who was pounding hard into his body, relentlessly thrusting. He felt his own body tear and sting, the pain shot through him. A smile on his fathers face as he bent his head down and bit on his neck, drawing blood. He felt a bite on his neck and he saw the fresh tears covered up the dried ones on his own face, and then he felt tears in his eyes blurring the scene out of focus. He cried out "No," several times but not a thing could escape his mouth not even a single sound was heard. He saw himself again-as his vision cleared some, seeing his tears turn to blood and then feeling thick heavy and extremely warm drops slide down his face. He knew it was blood; he tasted it when it traveled its way down to his lips. He felt everything he saw and shook his head, but that only made it worse as his father began to beat him, punching him in the face, biting him and riding harder. He couldn't close his eyes now, they were already closed and he was seeing the image in the back of his eyelids. His body wouldn't let him and his heart begged for him. Then sound flooded his ears, a horrid sound of his father grunting and moaning then a scream the echoed through his ears as his father came inside of him. He felt the searing pain and he screamed, sound rang through his ears making his heart speed up too fast in his chest. He jumped up but was still being held down by his wrists and the scream still rang in his ears and he still felt like he was falling. His voice and body failing he laid back and weakly opened his eyes. He was at hogwarts again, same room as last but a different bed. The one next to the window and the memory of himself staring out through a similar one fluttered through his mind. Voices interrupted his thoughts, the soft voices of Dumbledore and Professor Snape.
"Here take some of this..." said Snape as he gently lifted his head and placed a cup at his mouth, "Go on now... this should help your body heal faster."
He weakly sipped at it agreeing that his body definitely needed something and laid back, realizing his waist and wrists were strapped down by three magic leather belts, unbreakable. He turned his head back to the window trying to escape this reality through his imagination.
Dumbledore sighed, "Yes, it will help heal his body, but not his mind..." he whispered to Snape.
"You're right the mind cannot be healed by magic." he replied calmly.
Draco could hear Dumbledore stand up and then he felt his hand on his shoulder. Immediately tensing up, he swallowed hard; he didn't want to be touched. The hand was quickly removed, "Draco... your father is alive. You both lost extreme amounts of blood." he paused and saw the wetness in the Slytherin's eyes on verge of coming out, "We know what happened and he is being sent to Azkaban when he heals for what he did. He is being sent on many charges."
Draco didn't move, didn't talk... didn't do anything except continued to stare, "Your mother explained everything to us the day Lucuis arrived here. You will have to remain bedridden for quite some time I'm afraid. You aren't allowed any vistors right now, but one person was ever so determined..."
Hearing the door creak open he heard the other two men stand and walk out. He swallowed hard again. A few footsteps were heard and the ruffling of clothing. Long silenced passed and Draco finally turned his head to see who it was. Red head, poor clothing...Ron. Draco glared as memories raced through his mind and gave him a pounding headache. He gritted his teeth to keep from lashing out.
"Dra-Draco... I'm terribly sorry, I never meant-"
"Liar." he whispered.
"No...I'm tell-"
"Liar, liar..." he saw Ron wince and he tried desperately to erase the memories. Visions of blood, of tears, of laughter. Laughter that rang through his ears. Laughter that began to mix with his father's. Blood and laughter slowly swirling.
"I'm sor-."
"Liar, liar...you're on fire..."
Ron's eyes grew wide with fear and he inched back slightly, "I don't know what to say... I never meant to hurt you so much... I-"
"No one ever does do they?" he whispered and let a tear escape, slowly traveling down his chin. He quickly turned his attention back to the window ashamed for letting Ron see. His walls were slowly crumbling and were turning to dust before his own eyes and yet he could nothing to control himself anymore, he was broken. Choked back his tears and said, "There once was a boy and he suffered from sickness, a horrible life. Tried to pretend it was all in his mind, but I know his voice when I hear mine."
Ron shook his and stood up, "I should probably leave you alone... I don't want to further upset you."
Draco didn't say a word as he heard the shuffling footsteps and the click of the door as it shut.
"Alone..."
He turned his head to the door and fear shot through his body. His father stared him dead in the eyes with the traditional Malfoy smirk, blooding coating his clothes and running down. He tried to scream but sound never escaped his mouth. Tugging furiously at straps that held his body tightly to the bed as tears flooded his eyes. Sobs escaped his mouth but they were unheard. Lucius took steps toward his son reaching for him with clammy hands, and his son closed his eyes tightly waiting for whatever was going to happen. But nothing happened, and he slowly slid his eyes open to see nothing. No one was there, not his father no one. He jerked his head ahead scanning the room as much as possible, then laid his head down feeling tired and yet the tears started to well up and run down the sides of face and he could feel them dripping almost in his ears as he stared at the ceiling. This time he could hear his sobs and cries.
"Here take some of this..." said Snape as he gently lifted his head and placed a cup at his mouth, "Go on now... this should help your body heal faster."
He weakly sipped at it agreeing that his body definitely needed something and laid back, realizing his waist and wrists were strapped down by three magic leather belts, unbreakable. He turned his head back to the window trying to escape this reality through his imagination.
Dumbledore sighed, "Yes, it will help heal his body, but not his mind..." he whispered to Snape.
"You're right the mind cannot be healed by magic." he replied calmly.
Draco could hear Dumbledore stand up and then he felt his hand on his shoulder. Immediately tensing up, he swallowed hard; he didn't want to be touched. The hand was quickly removed, "Draco... your father is alive. You both lost extreme amounts of blood." he paused and saw the wetness in the Slytherin's eyes on verge of coming out, "We know what happened and he is being sent to Azkaban when he heals for what he did. He is being sent on many charges."
Draco didn't move, didn't talk... didn't do anything except continued to stare, "Your mother explained everything to us the day Lucuis arrived here. You will have to remain bedridden for quite some time I'm afraid. You aren't allowed any vistors right now, but one person was ever so determined..."
Hearing the door creak open he heard the other two men stand and walk out. He swallowed hard again. A few footsteps were heard and the ruffling of clothing. Long silenced passed and Draco finally turned his head to see who it was. Red head, poor clothing...Ron. Draco glared as memories raced through his mind and gave him a pounding headache. He gritted his teeth to keep from lashing out.
"Dra-Draco... I'm terribly sorry, I never meant-"
"Liar." he whispered.
"No...I'm tell-"
"Liar, liar..." he saw Ron wince and he tried desperately to erase the memories. Visions of blood, of tears, of laughter. Laughter that rang through his ears. Laughter that began to mix with his father's. Blood and laughter slowly swirling.
"I'm sor-."
"Liar, liar...you're on fire..."
Ron's eyes grew wide with fear and he inched back slightly, "I don't know what to say... I never meant to hurt you so much... I-"
"No one ever does do they?" he whispered and let a tear escape, slowly traveling down his chin. He quickly turned his attention back to the window ashamed for letting Ron see. His walls were slowly crumbling and were turning to dust before his own eyes and yet he could nothing to control himself anymore, he was broken. Choked back his tears and said, "There once was a boy and he suffered from sickness, a horrible life. Tried to pretend it was all in his mind, but I know his voice when I hear mine."
Ron shook his and stood up, "I should probably leave you alone... I don't want to further upset you."
Draco didn't say a word as he heard the shuffling footsteps and the click of the door as it shut.
"Alone..."
He turned his head to the door and fear shot through his body. His father stared him dead in the eyes with the traditional Malfoy smirk, blooding coating his clothes and running down. He tried to scream but sound never escaped his mouth. Tugging furiously at straps that held his body tightly to the bed as tears flooded his eyes. Sobs escaped his mouth but they were unheard. Lucius took steps toward his son reaching for him with clammy hands, and his son closed his eyes tightly waiting for whatever was going to happen. But nothing happened, and he slowly slid his eyes open to see nothing. No one was there, not his father no one. He jerked his head ahead scanning the room as much as possible, then laid his head down feeling tired and yet the tears started to well up and run down the sides of face and he could feel them dripping almost in his ears as he stared at the ceiling. This time he could hear his sobs and cries.