Disclaimer: This isn't mine, etc etc. 'cept mebbe if there is any plot, I
guess that would be mind.
A/N: I know I said I would do Trelawney next, but I just wanted to get this out there, I guess. See if you can guess who it is again!
A/N 2: Seriously, can more people R+R my story Essence of Your Life? I'm prolly going to put out one more chapter, see how the people who are reading it take it, and see what I'll do then.
Perfect
I hate it in the dungeons.
The only thing you ever hear are screams
It doesn't matter what kind of scream: ecstasy, fear, joy, laughter, pain, curiosity, I hate it.
It reminds me of them.
They make me scream.
Again and again
And again and again.
It doesn't matter how, it doesn't matter who, it doesn't matter where, it doesn't matter when
It only matters why.
They want to hear me scream because they like it.
They enjoy the sight of my throat constricting, my teeth clenched in an effort to keep my mouth shut but it opens anyway, the look in my eyes when I give them what they desire.
I scream
I don't want to do it. I want to shove them out of my head, out of my body, out of my life. And I succeed.
But only for a while.
Then they come back
And they make me scream again
Punishing me because I compromised their power
And they make me scream again
They make me do what they find such simple fascination in
They make me scream again.
I really hate it in the dungeons. Whenever you think of dungeons, you think of imprisonment, you think of torture, you thinks of prison, you think of stone, you think of chains, you think of whips, you think of hunger, you think of thirst, you think of everything that is wrong with this world.
Dungeons are the very essence of what is a scream
You scream when you need to say something you have to say something and it's no use to try and keep it back it's going to come whether you want it to or not and you don't want it to come at all but you have to let it come and take over unless you want to die and it comes even if you do want to die and try and stop it.
Screaming lets out your soul, it lets out your fears, it lets out your dreams, it lets out your mind, it lets out everything that is in the flesh vessel that is yourself.
It lets out everything you have ever felt everything you are feeling and everything you will ever feel.
At times, I can understand their fascination with the action attached to such a simple words, but those are the days I scream the most.
I scream because I don't want to be like them.
They torture others simply because they desire it, it makes me sick!
Or is it simply because they take me again and again and make me scream again and again?
It's the days when I am fascinated with screams that I am most like them, and I hate myself.
But what else can I be but like them?
They are evil, and evil begets evil, like good begets good.
I can be nothing but evil
And I want to scream because I want to believe that there is something in me that has the potential to not be evil. I don't care if it turns me to good, I don't care if it turns me to simply shady, I don't care if it turns me to neutral, I just don't want to be evil.
Maybe if I scream enough for them, they'll leave me alone, and I can try and find my way, battered and broken, into the world where perhaps not everyone is tortured to their very limit, when they themselves are not even sure if they are insane or not.
If I scream enough maybe someone will hear me and find me and help me get out of this horrible vicious never-ending-no-matter-how-hard-I-try-to-stop- it cycle.
Then I force myself to remember that the only thing I can be is evil and no one will ever dream of helping me.
If I scream enough, maybe their fascination will grow tiring and they'll stop always making me scream again and again and again and again.
Then I remember that I've been screaming ever since I've been born and that no matter what I do no matter how many times I scream no matter how much I beg them no matter what happens, they'll always want to hear me scream.
So I scream
A/N: It's Blaise. I couldn't really decide which sex to make him/her, so I made it ambiguous. I guess Blaise can be male or female cuz guys can be raped. Or even hermaphrodite. Yeah, so I'm just putting this out there. And please REVIEW! If you're reading this, you've probably already read the story therefore I'm not going to say read it, so FCKING REVIEW!!!!!!!! Thank you.
A/N: I know I said I would do Trelawney next, but I just wanted to get this out there, I guess. See if you can guess who it is again!
A/N 2: Seriously, can more people R+R my story Essence of Your Life? I'm prolly going to put out one more chapter, see how the people who are reading it take it, and see what I'll do then.
Perfect
I hate it in the dungeons.
The only thing you ever hear are screams
It doesn't matter what kind of scream: ecstasy, fear, joy, laughter, pain, curiosity, I hate it.
It reminds me of them.
They make me scream.
Again and again
And again and again.
It doesn't matter how, it doesn't matter who, it doesn't matter where, it doesn't matter when
It only matters why.
They want to hear me scream because they like it.
They enjoy the sight of my throat constricting, my teeth clenched in an effort to keep my mouth shut but it opens anyway, the look in my eyes when I give them what they desire.
I scream
I don't want to do it. I want to shove them out of my head, out of my body, out of my life. And I succeed.
But only for a while.
Then they come back
And they make me scream again
Punishing me because I compromised their power
And they make me scream again
They make me do what they find such simple fascination in
They make me scream again.
I really hate it in the dungeons. Whenever you think of dungeons, you think of imprisonment, you think of torture, you thinks of prison, you think of stone, you think of chains, you think of whips, you think of hunger, you think of thirst, you think of everything that is wrong with this world.
Dungeons are the very essence of what is a scream
You scream when you need to say something you have to say something and it's no use to try and keep it back it's going to come whether you want it to or not and you don't want it to come at all but you have to let it come and take over unless you want to die and it comes even if you do want to die and try and stop it.
Screaming lets out your soul, it lets out your fears, it lets out your dreams, it lets out your mind, it lets out everything that is in the flesh vessel that is yourself.
It lets out everything you have ever felt everything you are feeling and everything you will ever feel.
At times, I can understand their fascination with the action attached to such a simple words, but those are the days I scream the most.
I scream because I don't want to be like them.
They torture others simply because they desire it, it makes me sick!
Or is it simply because they take me again and again and make me scream again and again?
It's the days when I am fascinated with screams that I am most like them, and I hate myself.
But what else can I be but like them?
They are evil, and evil begets evil, like good begets good.
I can be nothing but evil
And I want to scream because I want to believe that there is something in me that has the potential to not be evil. I don't care if it turns me to good, I don't care if it turns me to simply shady, I don't care if it turns me to neutral, I just don't want to be evil.
Maybe if I scream enough for them, they'll leave me alone, and I can try and find my way, battered and broken, into the world where perhaps not everyone is tortured to their very limit, when they themselves are not even sure if they are insane or not.
If I scream enough maybe someone will hear me and find me and help me get out of this horrible vicious never-ending-no-matter-how-hard-I-try-to-stop- it cycle.
Then I force myself to remember that the only thing I can be is evil and no one will ever dream of helping me.
If I scream enough, maybe their fascination will grow tiring and they'll stop always making me scream again and again and again and again.
Then I remember that I've been screaming ever since I've been born and that no matter what I do no matter how many times I scream no matter how much I beg them no matter what happens, they'll always want to hear me scream.
So I scream
A/N: It's Blaise. I couldn't really decide which sex to make him/her, so I made it ambiguous. I guess Blaise can be male or female cuz guys can be raped. Or even hermaphrodite. Yeah, so I'm just putting this out there. And please REVIEW! If you're reading this, you've probably already read the story therefore I'm not going to say read it, so FCKING REVIEW!!!!!!!! Thank you.