Disclaimer: all of the characters belong to Joanne Kathleen (I'm not sure
of the spelling) Rowling.
PM's Secret
Written By MaurderMoonyLover
She sat up in her bed thinking about him...
She had been trying to get to sleep for hours but had no success. She couldn't stop thinking about him. He was all she cared about. All of her thoughts would return to thoughts about him.
She got up and walked to her dresser, where she poured herself a glass of ice-cold water. She slowly lifted it up her mouth and took a sip. She lifted the glass away from her mouth and began to breathe heavily. She was panting heavily. She placed her other hand over her chest and pushed very hard down against her right breast. Her left hand became numb, and the glass shattered to the floor, leaving large, bloody gashed on her feet. She whipped around and stared into mirror. Staring back at her was the face of a near-dead Minerva McGonigal. She was panting like a fish out of water. She clasped her hands over her throat and pushed very hard. Her eyes turned red. She collapsed upon the sheet of broken glass and everything was still. Everything was silent. Everything was black. No one would have dare moved. But someone. something. The eyes were watching her from within.
PM's Secret
Written By MaurderMoonyLover
She sat up in her bed thinking about him...
She had been trying to get to sleep for hours but had no success. She couldn't stop thinking about him. He was all she cared about. All of her thoughts would return to thoughts about him.
She got up and walked to her dresser, where she poured herself a glass of ice-cold water. She slowly lifted it up her mouth and took a sip. She lifted the glass away from her mouth and began to breathe heavily. She was panting heavily. She placed her other hand over her chest and pushed very hard down against her right breast. Her left hand became numb, and the glass shattered to the floor, leaving large, bloody gashed on her feet. She whipped around and stared into mirror. Staring back at her was the face of a near-dead Minerva McGonigal. She was panting like a fish out of water. She clasped her hands over her throat and pushed very hard. Her eyes turned red. She collapsed upon the sheet of broken glass and everything was still. Everything was silent. Everything was black. No one would have dare moved. But someone. something. The eyes were watching her from within.