Imaginary
By Mara McCuniff
"don't say i'm out of touch
with this rampant chaos - your reality
i know well what lies beyond my sleeping refuge
the nightmare i built my own world to escape.."
Chapter Three: Twitching
Ginny let out a harsh breath, this was just to much. She couldn't stay here any longer. That Cora woman was jumping down her throat at every little noise she made, Tom was taunting her even more, and there were whispers of what was happening out there.
Things were going wrong, terribly wrong.
There had been four unexplained deaths at the Ministry, what scared everyone even more was that three of the victims had been talking to the Minister himself. Mid-scentence..they had just, died.
Everyone was getting blinded by the fear.
Ginny sneered, if only they'd listen to her, if only they had believed her in the first place! Then they would realize what was happening. Ginny pulled her knees up to her chest, resting her elbows on her knees, intwining her fingers in her newly clean hair. They had made her shower.
Today was worse then usual.
The Doctors were even giving her weird looks. They were all afraid of her. She snorted. Did her a world of good. Sighing she stood up quickly, she couldn't stand this, being locked up 24 hours a day. It just wasn't good for her.
"Miss Weasley," She heard a voice say from behind her, she spun around and looked at the male attendant -who looked barly older then her- say, he shrunk back. She smirked. "You have a phone call, your brother."
She smiled. Finally! Someone who might believe her.
The attendant put a hand on her arm -like all the others did- and led her over to the phone. She practically leaped at it, picking it up.
"Ron!" She squeled, she opened her mouth to start her list of complaints, and start asking him to bring her home when he cut her off.
"Listen, Ginny, I don't have much time.." He sounded oddly muffled. "I believe you, we all do...I have to go, I'll see you in about an hour."
The line went dead.
Despite how odd the call had been, Ginny thre her arms in the air.
"YES!"
By Mara McCuniff
"don't say i'm out of touch
with this rampant chaos - your reality
i know well what lies beyond my sleeping refuge
the nightmare i built my own world to escape.."
Chapter Three: Twitching
Ginny let out a harsh breath, this was just to much. She couldn't stay here any longer. That Cora woman was jumping down her throat at every little noise she made, Tom was taunting her even more, and there were whispers of what was happening out there.
Things were going wrong, terribly wrong.
There had been four unexplained deaths at the Ministry, what scared everyone even more was that three of the victims had been talking to the Minister himself. Mid-scentence..they had just, died.
Everyone was getting blinded by the fear.
Ginny sneered, if only they'd listen to her, if only they had believed her in the first place! Then they would realize what was happening. Ginny pulled her knees up to her chest, resting her elbows on her knees, intwining her fingers in her newly clean hair. They had made her shower.
Today was worse then usual.
The Doctors were even giving her weird looks. They were all afraid of her. She snorted. Did her a world of good. Sighing she stood up quickly, she couldn't stand this, being locked up 24 hours a day. It just wasn't good for her.
"Miss Weasley," She heard a voice say from behind her, she spun around and looked at the male attendant -who looked barly older then her- say, he shrunk back. She smirked. "You have a phone call, your brother."
She smiled. Finally! Someone who might believe her.
The attendant put a hand on her arm -like all the others did- and led her over to the phone. She practically leaped at it, picking it up.
"Ron!" She squeled, she opened her mouth to start her list of complaints, and start asking him to bring her home when he cut her off.
"Listen, Ginny, I don't have much time.." He sounded oddly muffled. "I believe you, we all do...I have to go, I'll see you in about an hour."
The line went dead.
Despite how odd the call had been, Ginny thre her arms in the air.
"YES!"