Caged 11
by: Isa
PG-13
Disclaimer: Anything you recognise either belongs to J.K. Rowling or to Sìgur
Rós.
A.N.- If you haven't seen Sìgur Ròs' videoclip "Good Weather for Airstrikes" I
strongly suggest you download it NOW. You can find it here
It's the one of the boy holding the dolls and it's the most beautiful thing
ever!
Thanks, as usual, to all my reviewers and Bladefanatic the ocean represents
vastness, freedom, dark secrets hidden in the depths. Viki, it counts as
romance, you'll see why in the next chapter. There are two chapters to go after
this one.
And SnapeJuice? You RULE! :)
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"Dett Niður "Fall Down
Ég Læt Mig Líða Áfram I Slide Myself Forward
Í Gegnum Hausinn Through My Head
Ég Kem Alltaf Niður Á Sama Stað I always come back to the same place
Alger Þögn Total Silence
Ekkert Svar" No Answer"
Viðrar Vel Til Loftárása - Sìgur Ròs Good Weather For Airstrikes - Sìgur
Ròs
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He left as soon as it came out of my lips.
He left.
I'm of no use to him anymore.
This is what I tell myself.
But if he is not here how can I go on?
If I realize for sure that he is not coming back how can I will my imagination
to make him appear?
If I know with certainty that I will not hold him in my arms again why do I
still have them?
What's the purpose?
The cell's walls close around me.
Soft gasps abandon the mouldy stone.
Accusations I cannot name.
A crime I committed other than the one that so blatantly faces me.
More than one I condemned.
More than two.
Perhaps all of us.
But the biggest crime is that I don't care.
I should but I don't.
I struggle to find in me feelings of guilt.
I find none.
The steel bars hiss accusingly.
Frozen stiff in indignation.
The dim light does not touch me.
Now that I look at it, neither does darkness.
Trapped between shadows.
How long have I been like this?
Maybe it has always been as it is now.
Maybe realizing your condition does not change a thing.
Not even yourself.
He left as soon as I spoke.
The metallic clang of the door still resounding in my ears.
For once not a gentleman.
For once not beloved.
Or maybe even more than ever.
I think halfway.
Backwards.
I had everything.
And then my world exploded in piercingly beautiful shards of light.
A world that makes me bleed when I wield to the memories of what was.
When I wander down what were rainbow corridors of past times and now are just
hallways of silence.
I throw myself against the barriers that separate me from him.
From going after him.
To stop him.
To incite him to go on.
It makes no difference now.
Because he left.
Pain exists with him.
Loneliness exists with him.
But with him they have a meaning to be.
The ocean has not come back.
Maybe it gave up.
It always escapes.
Gives up on trying to lead me to truths I do not wish to acknowledge.
Realities I don't want to see.
He left.
As soon as he knew.
And it frightens me because before being here I did not seem to know I only
exist because he exists.
How his name is a blade.
How I scream it until I taste blood.
How I drink it and get drunk with tenderness for him.
I told him where Harry was and he left.
He left right away.
He left.