I know, I know. Been way too long. I'm sorry. I thought I lost this, and then I found it. Good, right? Anywho, enough of the long drabbling, I'll let you get straight to the story.
Depressingish and whatnot. Romantically sappy and then depressing.
Damned Disclaimer: NO, Sirius Black is not a fabrication of my mind. I do own him however...he sleeps under my bed and does my bidding. J.K. Rowling will be credited with originally creating him.
It came rushing to me-his conversation with me as I had been half asleep and even the conversation he had with Jhye the night before.
"Jhye, Jhye my love," he had said as she was preparing to retire for the night. His voice had been soft then too. "Jhye…."
"Yes Thomas?" she had replied in the same soft, loving tone. I had rarely before heard Jhye speak in such soft undertones, with so much emotion in her voice, so much caring. Yet her dark, lurid eyes even softened as she took a seat next to him.
He continued on, murmuring sweet nothings to her, telling her everything would be okay, and that they could soon go on, get married, and buy a small house in the country, forgotten by all who had once persecuted them. It had ended-well, as far as I was concerned-with a long, heartfelt kiss. One of those soul-searching, needy kisses that seems excruciatingly desperate, as if trying to cling to some small shard of hope. And the two of them were.
I quickly focused on Jhye. She continued weeping into her knees, her messy black curls falling everywhere, tangled and matted. "Jhye…" I whispered softly, having little idea of what I should have said.
She looked up at me then, her eyes overflowing with tears, stains running down her pale and perfect cheekbones, her cherry red lips opening and closing as she panted for breath, trying to calm herself yet failing miserably. She truly was gorgeous; not in the sunny, happy type of way in which many girls deemed beautiful are, but in her own dark, mysterious way. She could have grown up to be lovely-a seductress that could bring any man to his knees. But that was not her purpose-she lived now only for love-love that had been snatched cruelly away from her.
"Why?" was her only question, the only thing that she could manage to choke. "He lied…he told me it would be alright…he lied." She was beginning to grow ever more hysterical, her voice growing rather high pitched and frightened. But underneath this slightly angered exterior, she was frantically, desperately lost. She was hurt-scarred in a way that would never be visible. She let out a small cry, the tears rushing forth again. For the first time in quite awhile I felt sick, feeling hot bile burn in my throat. I pushed it down, looking away from the treachery that had taken place during the course of the night.
Jhye's sobs continued to rise as the dementors floated through on their morning rounds. They sensed the imbalance immediately, flooding through the doorway as they hissed angrily. The guards came next, equipped with a dingy white sheet. They paid little attention to the terrified prisoner as they carelessly shoved her aside and balanced their way to the top bunk. Jhye gave a miserable sob and edged closer to where I crouched, transfixed yet trying my best not to watch the scene, and leaned against the bars separating the two.
With a sudden burst of compassion, I turned my gaze to Jhye and slid my hand through the bars, my wrist slipping easily through. Her hand quickly found mine, and she seemed to be holding on for dear life. She seemed as thought trying to bury her head in my chest; her head was nestled into the bars and her lined eyes squeezed closed. I just watched her, keeping my eyes off the grunting and cursing guards that were trying to painlessly heave the body off of the bed. An upward glance told me that the body was going to be thrown down. In order to cause Jhye as little pain as possible, I got up, still clutching her warm, pale hand, and felt around for a large rock.
Acting quickly, as the guards were preparing to toss the lifeless body from the bed, I threw it at a momentarily peaceful prisoner. Just as I had hoped, the yelling and screaming arose in such fits that it drowned out the violence that was going on in Jhye's own cell. Jhye was too distracted herself to notice my diversion, but I managed to spare her from further distress.
Soon the cell door slammed closed again and the guards had begun their solemn march down the row of cells. They had done a fair job covering Thomas's body, but still Jhye did not look up. Many hours of silence passed before Jhye reluctantly released my hand and retreated to her own corner, far from the bunk bed, and far from I. She was soon hard at work carving her cryptic and rather deranged messages into the stonewalls, although now they grew more frantic, more desperate pleas of any kind of escape.
I was left to my own twisted thoughts. Draconus had stayed rather silent throughout the whole ordeal; he was so used to spiting the star-crossed lovers I believed he had little idea of what to do. It almost seemed as though he were sorry to have Thomas go, sorry that he had nothing left to despise in this dank prison. He always hated the light. Always. So it came as no surprise that he wasted away where he was moved into yard work. He lasted no longer than a day in the sun before he never returned to us. I must say, neither of us was too sorry to see him go; it was just strangely quiet.
It was getting worse. Jhye no longer ate; she no longer slept. She cried at the slightest things, like when we were given our meals; the guards no longer delivered two bowls to her cell, nor a men's pair of sleepwear every other day. I felt so terrible for her-she was lost in depression. And in a place like Azkaban, and a situation like ours, it was near impossible to be pulled out of a depression. You know, there are times I really wished the guards had some heart. Most of the time I would be satisfied spiting them right back, returning their jeers and not caring along with them, but now it hurt me to watch their indifference as Jhye whittled away but continued to cling to life. She started refusing to eat, but it didn't end there.
Hm, wonder what will happen next...
Well, best way to find out is review and give me some ideas. I'm almost to the point of having to write more, and ideas are loved.
Hope you enjoyed, and promise to update sooner. (You can bug me and yell at me all you please...xD)