Lailath
~I'm not afraid of dying. It's living I'm terrified of.~
White lightning ripped across the sky as sudden thunder echoed in the dungeons. A foreboding statement that could be heard yet not seen in the damp darkness of the dorms the Head Girl occupied. Lying on her bed, Lailath's face contorted in a matter of pure frustration, anger and hate. The last letter she had received from her sister lay open; the parchment was worn thin and slightly damp from being held by clammy, sweating hands. The brunette girls breathing came in shallow, shuddering gasps, as if a great pressure was being held on his chest, pushing the life out of him. And it was. Ever so slowly. Violet eyes re-read the letter for the fifth time since it's arrival.
Lailath and Mya, The time is drawing closer. We have less than one month to prepare for the mark. The Dark Lord is anxious to see where our capabilities and loyalties lie. I'm anxious as well. We cannot shame this family. It has been a long time since
the Vista dynasty has wielded its power once more. It is time faith touched reality. . -Demeter
Lailath desperately tried to grab onto a strand of hope, a stretch of a dream that could take away this life she knew. But reality closed in. All she could do was dream. Nothing could help him to escape this hell that had been looming closer since her fourth year. Her family expected Lailath to be the next generation of Death Eaters, creating a necessary redemption of their lost status. If only they knew what went through Lailath's head. Dreams of defying her tyrant family. Dreams of defeating the Dark Lord himself. Dreams of freedom. But those dreams always ended the same. The laughing face of her family would haunt the trails of happiness, jolting Lailath back to consciousness. That thought made the girl's stomach lurch.
She threw open the door to the adjoining bathroom, grabbing a wastebasket as her stomach heaved. Her shoulders hunched, and hot tears streamed down her face, she fell to the floor. Her stomach spasmed again, and again, until she felt as if her lungs would come up next. After some time, Lailath finally stood, gripping the sink with normally delicate fingers.
Running her forearm across her mouth, she looked at her reflection in the mirror. Night tinted strands stuck to her ghostly pale, wet face. Usually blazing eyes had lost their brightness, replaced by a dull glazed look. Shirt plastered to a sweat soaked body. Lailath slowly undid the buttons of her shirt with fumbling fingers, leaning her head against the cool glass of the mirror for support. She threw her shirt on the floor, the rest of her clothes following, falling in a heap next to the sink. Stumbling to the shower, Lailath managed to turn the tap to cold, hoping the frigid temperature would relieve the burning in her head.
Standing under the jet of freezing water, the icy blasts dug into her back and neck like a thousand knives. Frantic thoughts began running through Lailath's mind. Less than a month...death eater...shame...have they been watching me this whole time...Her voice echoed within her own head. What the hell am I supposed to do now? It's not like I can stop them...I'll be killed either way. Slamming her eyes shut, Lailath let the water continue to stab her, welcoming the pain.
After a while, fatigue finally crept over the girl. She turned off the tap and stood dripping while she reached for a towel. After drying herself and brushing her teeth, she returned to her dorm, where she slipped into a pair of silky, black pajamas before climbing into bed for the night. Looking beside her pillow, she saw the letter that still lay open. Grabbing her wand, she torched the letter in anger, letting the ashes fall onto the floor.
Lying back on her bed, Lailath finally managed to drift off into an uneasy sleep.
All she saw was her and her sisters, standing before Voldemort. Lailath was on bended knee, the marks of abuse visible on her face and arms. She looked up in time to see her sisters administer a final blow, that cruel, sadistic look in their eyes. They were laughing. Lailath's eyes flew open, her breath coming hard. "Damn you, father."
~I'm not afraid of dying. It's living I'm terrified of.~
White lightning ripped across the sky as sudden thunder echoed in the dungeons. A foreboding statement that could be heard yet not seen in the damp darkness of the dorms the Head Girl occupied. Lying on her bed, Lailath's face contorted in a matter of pure frustration, anger and hate. The last letter she had received from her sister lay open; the parchment was worn thin and slightly damp from being held by clammy, sweating hands. The brunette girls breathing came in shallow, shuddering gasps, as if a great pressure was being held on his chest, pushing the life out of him. And it was. Ever so slowly. Violet eyes re-read the letter for the fifth time since it's arrival.
Lailath and Mya, The time is drawing closer. We have less than one month to prepare for the mark. The Dark Lord is anxious to see where our capabilities and loyalties lie. I'm anxious as well. We cannot shame this family. It has been a long time since
the Vista dynasty has wielded its power once more. It is time faith touched reality. . -Demeter
Lailath desperately tried to grab onto a strand of hope, a stretch of a dream that could take away this life she knew. But reality closed in. All she could do was dream. Nothing could help him to escape this hell that had been looming closer since her fourth year. Her family expected Lailath to be the next generation of Death Eaters, creating a necessary redemption of their lost status. If only they knew what went through Lailath's head. Dreams of defying her tyrant family. Dreams of defeating the Dark Lord himself. Dreams of freedom. But those dreams always ended the same. The laughing face of her family would haunt the trails of happiness, jolting Lailath back to consciousness. That thought made the girl's stomach lurch.
She threw open the door to the adjoining bathroom, grabbing a wastebasket as her stomach heaved. Her shoulders hunched, and hot tears streamed down her face, she fell to the floor. Her stomach spasmed again, and again, until she felt as if her lungs would come up next. After some time, Lailath finally stood, gripping the sink with normally delicate fingers.
Running her forearm across her mouth, she looked at her reflection in the mirror. Night tinted strands stuck to her ghostly pale, wet face. Usually blazing eyes had lost their brightness, replaced by a dull glazed look. Shirt plastered to a sweat soaked body. Lailath slowly undid the buttons of her shirt with fumbling fingers, leaning her head against the cool glass of the mirror for support. She threw her shirt on the floor, the rest of her clothes following, falling in a heap next to the sink. Stumbling to the shower, Lailath managed to turn the tap to cold, hoping the frigid temperature would relieve the burning in her head.
Standing under the jet of freezing water, the icy blasts dug into her back and neck like a thousand knives. Frantic thoughts began running through Lailath's mind. Less than a month...death eater...shame...have they been watching me this whole time...Her voice echoed within her own head. What the hell am I supposed to do now? It's not like I can stop them...I'll be killed either way. Slamming her eyes shut, Lailath let the water continue to stab her, welcoming the pain.
After a while, fatigue finally crept over the girl. She turned off the tap and stood dripping while she reached for a towel. After drying herself and brushing her teeth, she returned to her dorm, where she slipped into a pair of silky, black pajamas before climbing into bed for the night. Looking beside her pillow, she saw the letter that still lay open. Grabbing her wand, she torched the letter in anger, letting the ashes fall onto the floor.
Lying back on her bed, Lailath finally managed to drift off into an uneasy sleep.
All she saw was her and her sisters, standing before Voldemort. Lailath was on bended knee, the marks of abuse visible on her face and arms. She looked up in time to see her sisters administer a final blow, that cruel, sadistic look in their eyes. They were laughing. Lailath's eyes flew open, her breath coming hard. "Damn you, father."