[Jukebox Challenge -Song :Summertime Blues by Eddie Cochran.]
[Warning: This is the saddest most angsty thing I've written. Don't read unless you are also feeling very angsty already.]
"There ain't no cure for the summertime blues."
Sirius whipped his hair back and moved his body and head around as he paced around his cell. He was going mad. Especially looking at all the days and fucking years he had marked off on his cell wall...12 years, nearly 12 years. Sometimes he just wanted to die so it could be all over. No, that was a lie: he wanted to die all the time. The emotional pain was too much. More than the dementors, more than the cold, just knowing he had missed out on most of his life. His entire life as it should've been had been stolen from under him, like a rug under his feet. His entire life.
Sirius moaned and dragged his hands across his face and chest, bleeding a little.
Too much time in Azkaban was slowly and surely driving him mad.
But while he was there he would imagine things. He would imagine he lived in a warm, loving home and every night he was tucked in beside his special princess whom he named, Dewdrop.
Dewdrop was a blue fairy with long blonde hair like a princess and a shining smile and sweet tender eyes.
Dewdrop was the only thing that sustained him. Especially when he was temporarily in his human form instead of in his animal form: he imagined Dewdrop.
"Dewdrop, what are we doing today?"
Dewdrop had a beautiful, sad smile. Her blue eyes filled with compassion for him.
She reached out her hand to stroke his cheek.
"It's another day of waiting, Sirius. Another day until we can get out of here."
Sirius began to cry. "But I've waited so long...I can't...I can't anymore...it's going to drive me mad." He started to break down, his shoulders shaking. There was really no strength left within him.
Dewdrop wrapped her arms around him; she was dressed all in teal blue robes that sparkled like a fairy. A blue fairy.
"It's alright, I'll be there for you. Everyday."
She stroked his long, matted hair out of his face.
"Everyday you wait. Everyday we prepare. You will get out of here oneday, I promise Sirius."
Sirius snuggled closer into Dewdrop's warm soft neck, nuzzling her golden hair, and he laid a kiss on her pale forehead.
"Okay, Dewdrop. I'll hold on."
But his body still rocked violently in the morning when Dewdrop had faded with the night. Without her, he felt the madness and sheer anger rocking through him like a bad poison that wanted to destroy everything.
"Dewdrop, hold me closer," he whispered, waiting for her to come back.
.
Night came again.
She smiled and approached him with open arms.
His Dewdrop. Shining and bright and sparkling in the dark of Azkaban. His cell became the brightest in her presence and he immediately switched back into his human form so he could be with her.
"Dewdrop. You're here."
She nodded and pulled down her robes, revealing her slim, pretty body to him. "I'm here. Hold on."
Because there ain't no cure for the summertime blues.
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