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There's a place so dark you can't see the inside. A place where the darkness consumes you and tears away at your mind until only shreds of hate and fear are left.
And the worst thing about it is that you forget who you were, and each morning after the sun rises you find yourself picking up the broken shards of your life and building them back together.
Then, under the pale glowing orb of the moon, you find yourself tearing down the fragile wall again.
And then the next morning, you find yourself thinking why you bothered.
But there's still that little flicker of flame in the darkness, a glimmer of light that softens the darkest corners. Hope. Hope that life will someday be worth the agony each and every month.
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Big blue eyes the color of the sky over the moor looked into amber ones, wide and scared. A little girl and boy stood in a forest clearing.
A growling snarling sound from far away drifts toward them. The little boy looked at the pale shining full moon above them hanging in the dark blue sky.
A werewolf burst out into the clearing, snarling, it's green eyes glaring at the two small children. They screamed, two sounds of terror bursting out of their throats, and ran. An enormous tree loomed above them.
'Climb up!' he screamed.
'I can't!'
'Yes you can!' he yelled and hoisted her up onto the branches.
'Remus! Behind you!'
He turned, and saw a flash of silver as the werewolf pounced. There was a terrible numbness in his shoulder, and then darkness.
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I woke, my forehead drenched in sweat, gasping and floundering.
My mind was s flurry of chaotic images, floating around in nightmarish swirls. Why had my mind chosen to show me these images tonight?
There would be no more sleep tonight. Sighing, I got up and rubbed the sleep from my eyes. Walking to the bathroom, I splashed water on my face to clear the images away. I looked into the mirror. A tall pale, sickly boy stared back at me, dark ringlets under his amber eyes. His brown hair was tousled and messy.
Tomorrow I would start Hogwarts. A new school, with normal people. I dreaded it, for I would always feel that somehow I was contaminated, dirty and different.
I promised myself that I would not make any friends. It would hurt too much when they found out who I truly was, a werewolf, and then they would inevitably exclude me...
Through the window, the cold moon gleamed. It was the barest sliver, full moon had been only two nights ago. My arms and neck still had vicious looking scratches on them from scratching myself on the branches on the way out.
I found myself thinking suddenly about that fateful night three years ago, before I became a monster every month. About Rhia, the girl I had saved. I was no hero, I hadn't wanted to sacrifice myself. In fact, sometimes I wished that she had been the one bitten.
Do you know, they actually thanked me, while I was lying in St Mungos. The parents gripped my hand and cried and carried on. The girl just looked at me solemnly through her big blue eyes. I was still quite sick then, hallucinating and delirious. The only thing I remembered afterwards for weeks were those eyes.
I crawled back into bed. Tiredness washed over me, but sleep did not.
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There's a place so dark you can't see the inside. A place where the darkness consumes you and tears away at your mind until only shreds of hate and fear are left.
And the worst thing about it is that you forget who you were, and each morning after the sun rises you find yourself picking up the broken shards of your life and building them back together.
Then, under the pale glowing orb of the moon, you find yourself tearing down the fragile wall again.
And then the next morning, you find yourself thinking why you bothered.
But there's still that little flicker of flame in the darkness, a glimmer of light that softens the darkest corners. Hope. Hope that life will someday be worth the agony each and every month.
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Big blue eyes the color of the sky over the moor looked into amber ones, wide and scared. A little girl and boy stood in a forest clearing.
A growling snarling sound from far away drifts toward them. The little boy looked at the pale shining full moon above them hanging in the dark blue sky.
A werewolf burst out into the clearing, snarling, it's green eyes glaring at the two small children. They screamed, two sounds of terror bursting out of their throats, and ran. An enormous tree loomed above them.
'Climb up!' he screamed.
'I can't!'
'Yes you can!' he yelled and hoisted her up onto the branches.
'Remus! Behind you!'
He turned, and saw a flash of silver as the werewolf pounced. There was a terrible numbness in his shoulder, and then darkness.
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I woke, my forehead drenched in sweat, gasping and floundering.
My mind was s flurry of chaotic images, floating around in nightmarish swirls. Why had my mind chosen to show me these images tonight?
There would be no more sleep tonight. Sighing, I got up and rubbed the sleep from my eyes. Walking to the bathroom, I splashed water on my face to clear the images away. I looked into the mirror. A tall pale, sickly boy stared back at me, dark ringlets under his amber eyes. His brown hair was tousled and messy.
Tomorrow I would start Hogwarts. A new school, with normal people. I dreaded it, for I would always feel that somehow I was contaminated, dirty and different.
I promised myself that I would not make any friends. It would hurt too much when they found out who I truly was, a werewolf, and then they would inevitably exclude me...
Through the window, the cold moon gleamed. It was the barest sliver, full moon had been only two nights ago. My arms and neck still had vicious looking scratches on them from scratching myself on the branches on the way out.
I found myself thinking suddenly about that fateful night three years ago, before I became a monster every month. About Rhia, the girl I had saved. I was no hero, I hadn't wanted to sacrifice myself. In fact, sometimes I wished that she had been the one bitten.
Do you know, they actually thanked me, while I was lying in St Mungos. The parents gripped my hand and cried and carried on. The girl just looked at me solemnly through her big blue eyes. I was still quite sick then, hallucinating and delirious. The only thing I remembered afterwards for weeks were those eyes.
I crawled back into bed. Tiredness washed over me, but sleep did not.
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