Disclaimer: No characters are actually present in this anyway, so you can kinda twist it into whoever you feel the shoe fits. By the way, please review and tell me who you thought it was because it wasnt really written for a specific role although i do have a few thoughts now that I have read it back. So erm yes, to sum up, there isn't really a plot, but just a drabble maybe for a death eater, maybe for something else...
Review & tell me ... pretty please?
J.K.Rowlings influences.
Images of a broken soul.
Imagine a room filled with darkness. A darkness that engulfs your very being chills your mortality to within a fraction of death. Blinds your senses until the only thing you can be sure about is pain, consequently numbed by fear, although to voice would release the insanity pent up within. A darkness that you could have never dreamt of alone in the darkness, shaking and fearful of your life at the tender age of four. A solitary existence shrouded by the ever-pressing nighttime sky. But still, the moon shone beyond the glass, invisible through the stark stonewalls but ever present. An omnipresent glow, ever overlooked as silhouettes merged to demons. Demons that consumed your entity until morning returns and the invisible shrouding silks of night dispersed.
Imagine, shaking as you tried to see past the darkness, until your eyes bled and your brain shook, uncontrollably contained within a shell of terror. Imagine that your mother did not return one day. After your tears ran red and your blood ran cold, no warming light would ever return to soothe your ever burning brow until sleep could remove you from the hell of unknown. Imagine then, tears seeping into that same unknown and never drying, drowning yourself in scarlet pools as sobs relinquished and solitude remains.
I remember my mother well that day. The day she left me to die as my father had done on the very day that I had been born. She still had the same golden hair, shimmering as the sun shone, spinning soft and silky threads as you could see it entwining within itself, visibly stretching down her spine. I never once forgot how her hair glistened even in the moonlit shadows. I should have taken that as a sign of the nighttime warmth, but I never did. I remained awake, unsleeping until the time that I could be sure of my safety, and selfishly I did. Only by that time, the exhaustion of a decade had only shrouded me in further falsities. Perhaps the belief that I could be welcomed into the darkness enticed me. Leading me to believe that my days of loneliness were to end once I was emitted from my solitary existence, accepted from the youth of shunned shadows. But I was not.
Imagine, after waiting for your entire life that you had finally been embraced within the route of your fears; to overcome them and to feebly exercise what you thought would save yourself. Then imagine being torn. Between yourself. Your soul, your life. Your very existence tearing itself in to, in an un-diminishing pain, mirroring an entire war in every cell of your being. Then imagine being frozen. Moving immobile as ever intensifying clouds force you to crumble. The containing walls of a silent war.
Omnipresent. Omnipotent. Omniscient.
Welcome to my life.
I have no escape.
I am sorry.
Please review & tell me what you thought... flamers very welcome. Critism makes the world go round does it not..? maybe...
Well, review anyway...
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