Disclaimer: i dont own Hp or anything Hp related.
i'm sorry for neglecting this story of mine and i'll update another chapter straight after this one. : (
sorry. i just never got around to it and i couldnt write.
Everything that was once familiar seemed so confusing now. The train which went past her apartment every fifteen minutes and twenty seconds seemed so loud suddenly, when before it was just a dull rumble.
Tapping the ground with the walking cane the hospital had given to her, Bailey walked nervously to the kitchen.
She ran her hands along the counter and up the tiled wall until she hit the wooden cupboard. Opening it tentatively she reached inside to find dinner plates which weren't there.
"Not there" said Bailey quietly as she ran her hands to the next cupboard door. This process took the better part of an hour with much frustration at herself for her incapability. Sighing Bailey opened the tenth cabinet door and finally found the cabinet full of dinner plates. She reached her hand a little too far and as she pulled out her searching hands, her fingers got caught.
The plates fell to the ground followed by shattering noises which rang through Bailey's sensitive ears but unseeing eyes.
She ran her feet over the shattered remains and began to weep.
Herworld was dark and cold.
Trying to open his eyes the white lights blinded him. Throbbing waves of anguish and pain swept through his body. Blurred silhouettes swung in front of his infringed vision. All he could hear was screaming around him. Trying to make a sound all that came out from his parched throat was a muted scream. He couldn't remember how or why he was lying on the coldness of the surgery table.
He couldn't stand the pain rippling through him.
It wouldn't stop.
"Do you think he'll make it?" a strangely familiar voice whispered.
Everything seemed hazy like an old film and as Ron's memory whirred back into motion before the times he began murdering, torturing…hurting. His memory caught on a time when the Summer days were cherished and money had been scarce.
Any other family would have been in a pool of depression but not his family. They had been happier that most families with ten times the money that the Weasley's always carefully stored away.
As he was pondering and searching through his memory it abruptly clicked into place.
"Mum?"
