Caged 3
by: Isa
PG-13
Disclaimer: Anything you recognise either belongs to J.K. Rowling or to Massive Attack.
A.N.- Thank you so much to all my reviewers! You guys are great! I'm glad you like it. If some of you have any doubts about the story, feel free to e-mail me.
Special thanks to SnapeJuice. This story is better because of you.
*
"'Cause it feels like I've been
I've been here before
You are not my saviour
But I still don't go
Feels like something
That I've done before
I could fake it
But I still want more."
Dissolved Girl - Massive Attack
*
Bright light.
A white summer dress.
Little fingers playing with the cherry-shaped buttons in the front.
"Charlie! Charlie! Why is this funny looking bottle filled with sand?"
The scent of grass.
Chirping birds.
Sunlight kissing bare skin.
"Ginny, go put the hourglass on its place. You're too little; you'll drop it."
Child's eyes squinting against the brightness of the afternoon.
"But why does it have sand?"
The buzz of insects in the air.
"Sand means the time that's passed."
*
I wake up.
Blinding darkness surrounds me.
My hand moves to shield my eyes from the dark.
The sheets underneath me all crumpled.
The cold brought me back. The one time I didn't want to return.
Sand dust fills my senses.
I grab the sheets, wrap them around myself and try to go back to sleep.
*
I wake up.
Uneven stone beneath my fingers.
Will he come to me soon?
How long has it been?
He said he'd return.
Unguarded expressions and slipping masks.
Where is he?
*
I wake up.
Greyness surrounds me.
I search it for a glimpse of silver. A knowing smirk.
I find none.
Shame.
Such a shame.
I think I kind of lost myself again.
Why is he not here?
*
I wake up.
Blood thumping in my ears.
The one thing disrupting the silence.
Stop.
Stop beating.
I close my eyes. Rub them with my fists. Hard.
Stars. So many stars. Just there, behind my eyelids.
A whole galaxy inside a tiny cell.
*
I wake up.
Shadows move slowly across the walls.
It's cold.
It hurts to breathe. Like my nose is filled with salty water.
Seawater.
For a fleeting moment the blueness is overwhelming; the smell of ocean fills the cell.
It quickly escapes through the bars.
*
I wake up.
Should I tell him about the ocean's escape when he comes?
If he comes.
If ever he was here.
Was he here?
He wasn't.
I imagined it all.
He never was here.
I hear fairies dancing across the cold stone floor.
Light, crystalline sounds.
Sudden and pure.
I look down at them.
I just find teardrops.
*
I wake up.
I'm choking.
I can't breathe.
A ray of light cuts through the greyness.
Wherever it touches it reveals dust.
Not sand dust.
Dust.
All around me.
Tiny particles, floating around me. Surrounding me. Oppressing me. Choking me.
I can't breathe.
They dance in front of my eyes, following the rhythm of music I can't hear.
Suddenly swirling to reach me.
Golden.
Filling me without permission.
I don't order my lungs to fill.
He never was here.
*
He enters.
Expensive shoes barely making a sound.
Elegant clothes that do not rustle.
Steel eyes searching.
She sleeps.
He opens his mouth to wake her.
How dare she?
Brown eyes avoiding him.
Brown eyes not noticing he's here.
She sleeps.
His lips close without having made a sound.
He watches. Trying to understand.
He watches.
The sleep. The naked face.
Open hands. Curled fingers.
He lowers himself, crouching beside her.
Not touching her. Almost. Not touching her.
He watches.
Searching.
The closed eyes. The brownness underneath.
The ginger hair. The freckled skin.
The beauty.
Hoi polloi like.
His hand moves without his consent.
Almost touches the flames of her hair.
Defiant fingertips dare to brush her freckled cheekbone.
Too shocked, he lets them remain there.
The smoothness beneath them.
"It's impossible!" He hisses.
Disbelieving. Surprised. Disgusted.
Silent fury storming out of the cell.
The click of the door and nothing else.
She sleeps.
by: Isa
PG-13
Disclaimer: Anything you recognise either belongs to J.K. Rowling or to Massive Attack.
A.N.- Thank you so much to all my reviewers! You guys are great! I'm glad you like it. If some of you have any doubts about the story, feel free to e-mail me.
Special thanks to SnapeJuice. This story is better because of you.
*
"'Cause it feels like I've been
I've been here before
You are not my saviour
But I still don't go
Feels like something
That I've done before
I could fake it
But I still want more."
Dissolved Girl - Massive Attack
*
Bright light.
A white summer dress.
Little fingers playing with the cherry-shaped buttons in the front.
"Charlie! Charlie! Why is this funny looking bottle filled with sand?"
The scent of grass.
Chirping birds.
Sunlight kissing bare skin.
"Ginny, go put the hourglass on its place. You're too little; you'll drop it."
Child's eyes squinting against the brightness of the afternoon.
"But why does it have sand?"
The buzz of insects in the air.
"Sand means the time that's passed."
*
I wake up.
Blinding darkness surrounds me.
My hand moves to shield my eyes from the dark.
The sheets underneath me all crumpled.
The cold brought me back. The one time I didn't want to return.
Sand dust fills my senses.
I grab the sheets, wrap them around myself and try to go back to sleep.
*
I wake up.
Uneven stone beneath my fingers.
Will he come to me soon?
How long has it been?
He said he'd return.
Unguarded expressions and slipping masks.
Where is he?
*
I wake up.
Greyness surrounds me.
I search it for a glimpse of silver. A knowing smirk.
I find none.
Shame.
Such a shame.
I think I kind of lost myself again.
Why is he not here?
*
I wake up.
Blood thumping in my ears.
The one thing disrupting the silence.
Stop.
Stop beating.
I close my eyes. Rub them with my fists. Hard.
Stars. So many stars. Just there, behind my eyelids.
A whole galaxy inside a tiny cell.
*
I wake up.
Shadows move slowly across the walls.
It's cold.
It hurts to breathe. Like my nose is filled with salty water.
Seawater.
For a fleeting moment the blueness is overwhelming; the smell of ocean fills the cell.
It quickly escapes through the bars.
*
I wake up.
Should I tell him about the ocean's escape when he comes?
If he comes.
If ever he was here.
Was he here?
He wasn't.
I imagined it all.
He never was here.
I hear fairies dancing across the cold stone floor.
Light, crystalline sounds.
Sudden and pure.
I look down at them.
I just find teardrops.
*
I wake up.
I'm choking.
I can't breathe.
A ray of light cuts through the greyness.
Wherever it touches it reveals dust.
Not sand dust.
Dust.
All around me.
Tiny particles, floating around me. Surrounding me. Oppressing me. Choking me.
I can't breathe.
They dance in front of my eyes, following the rhythm of music I can't hear.
Suddenly swirling to reach me.
Golden.
Filling me without permission.
I don't order my lungs to fill.
He never was here.
*
He enters.
Expensive shoes barely making a sound.
Elegant clothes that do not rustle.
Steel eyes searching.
She sleeps.
He opens his mouth to wake her.
How dare she?
Brown eyes avoiding him.
Brown eyes not noticing he's here.
She sleeps.
His lips close without having made a sound.
He watches. Trying to understand.
He watches.
The sleep. The naked face.
Open hands. Curled fingers.
He lowers himself, crouching beside her.
Not touching her. Almost. Not touching her.
He watches.
Searching.
The closed eyes. The brownness underneath.
The ginger hair. The freckled skin.
The beauty.
Hoi polloi like.
His hand moves without his consent.
Almost touches the flames of her hair.
Defiant fingertips dare to brush her freckled cheekbone.
Too shocked, he lets them remain there.
The smoothness beneath them.
"It's impossible!" He hisses.
Disbelieving. Surprised. Disgusted.
Silent fury storming out of the cell.
The click of the door and nothing else.
She sleeps.