14. Smoke

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The smoke was thick and heavy, making Blair short of breath as she huddled on the floor. She had felt her feet being dragged and the blood trickled from her knees as she hugged them tightly, shifting slightly on the broken glass beneath her so she wasn't cutting herself any further.

Her vision was obscured by the smoke and she couldn't see even inches in front of her, the smoke was cold as ice and caught her lungs, sucking every last little breath out of them. Her head was heavy from the lack of clean air and her gasps for oxygen became strained as she tried to shield her head from the thick smog.

"Blair," a voice rang through the black fog, it sent chills down her spine as the voice seemed to encircle her, moving around her cowered body as if the smoke was not affecting them. Blair could feel the wind picking up around her as the voice got louder and louder until it was screaming, running circles around her.

Her hair blew every which way and the smoke formed quickly into a vacuum. The pieces of glass moved and turned, following the screaming voice that was causing a tornado in the middle of the hall. Blair held herself tightly, the tears from her sobs creating huge puddles on the fabric of the red ball gown. She clasped her hands over her ears and shut her eyes tightly, trying to drown out the deafening scream of her name, but it was no use.

The voice only got louder and seemed to penetrate Blair's attempts. The wind picked up, Blair felt herself getting battered and bruised, pushed violently back and forth by the vacuum of smoke surrounding her. She let out a strangled sob as she pulled her knees so tightly to her chest that she could feel the cuts on them tearing open.

"Stop," she begged and with her one simple word, the wind ceased. Blair cried loudly as she frantically tried to look through the smoke, but it was still as dark and thick as it had been before. There was a small part of her that thought she could just jump to her feet and take off into the smoke, surely she would come to the end of it at some point? But she couldn't. She was frozen.

It felt like she couldn't even extend her legs a little, for whatever was lurking in the shadows of the black smoke was waiting for an opportunity to seize Blair and drag her to whatever depths of hell it came from. After a few moments of silence, Blair could feel the smoke stirring behind her but she didn't dare turn around. And then she heard it, the familiar laugh that had haunted her for months, the one that made her heart drop and in-still a true fear of death in her.

The cruel laugh seemed to be radiating from all around her, she couldn't pin point a single origin point as it bounced off the smoke and sliced through the air. "Leave me alone!" Blair screamed through her pained cries, and the laughing stopped. The air was thick and Blair could feel a dangerous energy coming towards her but she was too frightened to even try and look for whatever was coming. Her arms fell limp by her side as her knees rattled against her chest, the sobs loud and tired.

Suddenly Blair felt her shoulders being seized and all she could remember was a pair of dark eyes staring at her. They were so inky that she could've sworn they were actually black, full of darkness and an evil glint glittered through them as the same shrill voice laughed, "I'll see you soon!"

Blair shot up, her eyes wide and filled with tears as her breathing was rapid. She looked frantically around the dark room, her entire body filled with fear as she turned to see a figure sitting up and looking at her. She yelped and tried to pull away but the figure reached their hands out and grabbed her arms, stopping her from going anywhere.

A ball of light was shot up and hovered above, illuminating the figures' face. The fear settled instantly as Fred's worry stricken, freckled face came into view. At the sight of his kind eyes Blair broke down into loud sobs and her body went limp as Fred pulled her close to him, wrapping his long arms around her and holding her tightly to his chest.

dream of me   //   Fred WeasleyWhere stories live. Discover now