A/N- This is a random short ramble that just came to me so I opened up Word
and started typing. It's basically thoughts running through Sirius' head
while in prison.
Azkaban
They are coming for me, I can feel it. I can't hold on much longer. The screams are so loud. I sense their presence, the darkness closing in around me. Laughter, but not from joy, the laugh of a madman, coming from me. What else would I be after being locked up here for so long? Sleep doesn't help, it just makes things worse. Nightmares, of course I have those when I'm awake too, but they are worse when I'm asleep. I wake screaming, sweat dripping, the dementors always know too. I hear their silent laughter at my expense, taking joy in my pain and suffering. I'll never escape, no one ever has. Why should I be any luckier? I killed my best friends, even if I didn't mean too. Handing them over to Pettigrew is just as bad as killing them myself. No! No more screaming! Just let me die, please just let me die and end it all now. I have nothing else to live for James and Lily are dead, Pettigrew got away, Remus will hate me, and if Harry knows who I am he'll hate me too, not like I'll ever see any of them again anyway, not while I'm locked up here. Just please let the misery end. If there is a God, just let him take me now and stop the madness.
Ok, well I guess that's about it. I told you it would be short. Plus my muse got hungry and ran off for snacks leaving me here alone. Please review and tell me what you think.
~Gwen
Azkaban
They are coming for me, I can feel it. I can't hold on much longer. The screams are so loud. I sense their presence, the darkness closing in around me. Laughter, but not from joy, the laugh of a madman, coming from me. What else would I be after being locked up here for so long? Sleep doesn't help, it just makes things worse. Nightmares, of course I have those when I'm awake too, but they are worse when I'm asleep. I wake screaming, sweat dripping, the dementors always know too. I hear their silent laughter at my expense, taking joy in my pain and suffering. I'll never escape, no one ever has. Why should I be any luckier? I killed my best friends, even if I didn't mean too. Handing them over to Pettigrew is just as bad as killing them myself. No! No more screaming! Just let me die, please just let me die and end it all now. I have nothing else to live for James and Lily are dead, Pettigrew got away, Remus will hate me, and if Harry knows who I am he'll hate me too, not like I'll ever see any of them again anyway, not while I'm locked up here. Just please let the misery end. If there is a God, just let him take me now and stop the madness.
Ok, well I guess that's about it. I told you it would be short. Plus my muse got hungry and ran off for snacks leaving me here alone. Please review and tell me what you think.
~Gwen