Chapter Four – Alone With Myself

But I kept my sanity. Knowing I was innocent I kept my sanity, with the desire for revenge I kept my sanity.

I never knew what have he done for the Dementors to give him the kiss, I don't think I knew anything about him. He used to make a scratch in the wall, everyday to count the days he was in there, he even made a mark in the day I arrived. For many times I tried to count them all but I got bored or lost and I had to start over again, a few weeks after I gave up. I also tried to make a scratch for each day but I didn't remember, sometimes, if I've made it or not, or I ended up making two in the same day, so I just guessed how many time I was in there.

After the death of the old man, I started to pay more attention of what was going on around there. Almost all the Voldemort's followers were there, they yelled during their sleep, they yelled things like "HE WILL RETURN" and some others incomprehensible words.

I knew one of those voices, it was from my cousin, Bellatrix, I hated her has much as I hated the rest of my family. That was probably the only time I though about my family there.

"I could guess how happy they are because of me being here." I thought.

I had a lot of good conversations with myself, just wishing that I didn't forget how to speak. No one really cared about it, Azkaban was filled with monologues with no sense at all.

I thought about the old man so many times, I would never know what had he done, but I wondered about it.

Something terrible perhaps, or they were just annoyed with the happiness he had. I don't think I heard someone happy, except for that day, when I heard someone laughing and the Dementors going to another cell, I just asked to myself "Could you find happiness in here? Why does something so rare needs to disappear?"

"No, please no!" said a voice.

A scream.

And I heard screams like that almost everyday. Not laughs but screams. Fear, pain.

I closed my eyes. Will that someday happen to me?

No one deserves that kind of punishment. Or maybe, they did, who was I to say if they should or not? Most of the people in there were souless or insane bodies, just waiting to die.

Tears run over my face.

I felt so sad.

I didn't had any hope.

I just knew that I was innocent.

I knew it, but no one else did.

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