Chapter Three – Lies and Madness

I woke up when someone came in.

"Breakfast time!" the old man grabbed his food and started eating

The early sunlight entered touching my face. I wished I wasn't there so much.

"Won't you eat?" he said

Wait! Wasn't he afraid of me?

"What do you mean?"

"I mean..." he said looking at me like I was stupid "Will you eat?"

"Yes, I will." I answered him the same way

And I ate. Although it was strange, last night that man would ran away from me if he could and now he was behaving like nothing happened.

"So, having a nice time?"

"Huh?!" I asked with my mouth full

"Don't be offended. I was just making conversation."

"Asnwering to your question; no, I'm not having a nice time."

" Neither do I. You know... if I haven't steel that thing I wouldn't be here"

"You've stole something?" I asked surprised without caring to ask what was something

"Yup."

"You're here because you stole something?"

"Yes, I am." He answered naturally

"But you told me that you were here because you killed people!"

"No, boy. I think you are confused."

Was I? No, no I wasn't! He was.

"Actually..." he said with a fool and crazy, yet happy, smile "Since both of us are innocent, we should run away!! HAHA! Imagine both of us escaping from Azkaban! We'll be legends!!!"

He laughed hard. I smiled and I was about to answer when i heard the Dementors coming, and suddenly all my good thoughs fanished. But they entered the cell.

I felt sad, depressed, the world hated me, I could only feel pain and darkness.

I saw them walking towards the old man, after that the only thing I remember is waking up, sweating, and the oldman's body laying on the floor.

Was he dead?

No, worst.

Because there is one thing worst than death.

They gave him the kiss, now he was a souless body, he wasn't dead yet, he was alive, but the Dementors had sucked his soul, he was nothing more than a vegetable. I can't imagine anything worst than that.

Hours after someone took his body away. I couldn't see who was because I was at a dark corner of the cell and the half-moon light wasn't enough to see anything.

And I realized that I never knew his name, actually I don't think he knew his name either. Whoever the oldman was he kept me company, now I was alone in there, with no one to keep me sane.

No one, but myself.