Soulless
The first horror story about Luna Lovegood on here!
Summary: "…her monsters, no matter what, always seemed to catch her." One-shot Luna drabble-ish thing.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. This is pointless. What kind of a loser writes fanfiction about her own story?
Author's note: Don't flame me. Flame-age isn't cool…and I'll flame you if you flame me, so…don't. Oh, and this story might be semi-out-of-character, and it has no basis on fact, but I don't care.
Soulless
Some say that she cracked the day her mother died. It was then that she started wearing necklaces made from butterbeer caps and paper clips and other trinkets that she found. It was then that she began reading more and talking far less. It was then that she started crying when she thought that no one was watching her-and it was then that she burrowed into the depths of her mind and refused to return to the real world, no matter what.
They would often see her wandering around the village, sometimes clutching a book in front of her face and nearly missing poles and small animals, sometimes staring off into who-knows-where whilst walking. (She was there, but just barely.) What they didn't see was the inner struggle-the girl pleading with herself to look up, just look up once and then she could be free. She never could will herself to look up, though.
Her nights were the worst. She never got much sleep, and when she did sleep, it was tortured and all-too-brief. Sometimes, in her dreams, she was in a field, running from nameless and shapeless monsters that eventually caught and devoured her, and at these times, she would wake up shaking and sometimes screaming and would have to convince herself that it was all a dream, but sometimes she wasn't so sure about that. After all, the real world was like that to her, too, only her monsters there had names like Cho and Pansy and Snape, and her monsters all had forms. The only similarity between dreams and reality was that her monsters, no matter what, always seemed to catch her.
Dreams and reality were slowly blending together for her. She would be walking through school, thinking that she was asleep, until she would accidentally walk into a wall and feel real pain and realize that she was awake. Sometimes, she would burst out crying for no reason-no matter how terrifying they were, her dreams were always better than her reality.
Her inner struggle was getting harder to bear. She was fighting herself and she knew she couldn't win.
They found her body in the girls' bathroom on a warm Saturday. Everyone else had been outside and had not seen the girl hang herself. In fact, the only clue that something unsavory had gone on in the bathroom, after the body had been removed, was a necklace made of butterbeer caps lying under a toilet. Soon, a first-year came in and stole it, and Luna Lovegood was completely erased from everyone's memories.
-End…