An Epitaph of Derailed Dreams
Author's Note: Well, I got a good response to chapter one, so chapter two is on its way!
Disclaimer: What you see here that you may recognize is what I like to refer to as 'stolen ideas'…I swear I thought of the Harry Potter series first…Rowling is telepathic. She stole the ideas, not me.
Long lost words whisper slowly to me
Still cant find what keeps me here
When all this time I've been so hollow inside
I know your still there
Watching me wanting me
I can feel you pull me down
Fearing you loving you
I wont let you pull me down
Hunting you, I can smell you alive
Your heart pounding in my head
Watching me wanting me
I can feel you pull me down
Saving me raping me
Watching me
-Amy Lee: 'Haunted' by Evanescence
Draco's attention fixed itself on the hanging corpse before him. It transfixed his gaze as he watched it methodically swing back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. The constant pattern of motion, the weight of the body swaying on the noose caused Draco to lose interest in everything but the movements. There was nothing else.
'That person looks familiar, though distinctly foreign. Whoever it is, they beat me to my own given destiny. Prick. They stole my death.'
Without warning, the death-cold face of the swinging body began to liven. The mouth cracked into a crooked smile and the hollow eyes opened; staring deeply into the suddenly alert eyes of Draco. Slowly the body's hands raised up to the knot around its neck and began to loosen the grip of the noose, slipping it over its cocked head.
"Hello, Draco." The childlike voice said, the sound resonating through the otherwise empty Great Hall.
"You found me." Draco replied to the pale beast before him. "You robbed me of my own suicide. Why didn't you just stay dead?"
"You knew I couldn't. Why would you come in here if you thought I could?" Rhetorical question for Draco…The voice was so cold. So innocently cruel. So distorted.
For a moment, the two sets of eyes met each other in an empty gaze, unmoving. Unfeeling.
"I'll let you die again." Draco turned slowly, intently towards the doors of the Great Hall again and allowed the images of the falsely dead body infest his thoughts as he gradually made his sullen way back to the Slytherin dormitories.
'This is simply a postponement. I shall still die at my own hands, but I will not share the glory with a foolhardy prankster.'
As Draco removed his day robes and put on his nightclothes, he could feel eyes boring into the back of his skull. Turning briskly, he faced the window to see nobody.
'Paranoia. Great. Just what you want to start kicking in again, eh, Malfoy.' He chastised himself for tricking his mind to believing there was someone behind him. But still the echoes of suspicion raised the hairs on his neck as he eased himself into his four poster bed. Closing his eyes and blowing out the candle lit beside his pillow, he lay himself down and tried to succumb to sleep. Draco was nearing slumber when the haunting voice whispered in his ear, "I can see the nightmares you're going to have tonight."
Author's Note: Well….how about that?!?!? You know the drill, eight REVIEWS before you get another chapter!