TURNED-Dramione

5.SERVANT

Summer was hardly present at Malfoy Manor, as the weather was either overcast with some peek-a-boos of sunlight, constant thunderstorms and few random days of sunshine that would glide into a rainstorm. I did not mind it much at first, until I realized how much It was affecting me and causing me to become a depressed mute to everyone. Sleep evaded me time to time, as I only had nightmares due to my first week here which haunted my soul. Feeling their hands touch me, the pain my vocal cords felt as I screamed for anyone to save me and the pain I went thru trying to survive down there.

Hearing their voices mock me, degrade me as I tried to fight for my survival was something I never wanted to endure again. The amount of hair I lost as Narcissa brushed it out made those tears become endless, forcing my tender head to ache anytime I brushed my hair from there on. I would stare at my wrists for hours seeing the scabs and redness of my skin turn to scars, scars that would never leave me as a remembrance. Just like the scar Bellatrix left me on my cheek from her knife tipped wand, it refused to vanish as I caked the ointment on that Narcissa gave me, all the scars refused to disappear.

Every night I had nightmares of the horrors I faced which became a true plague me causing to me awake in cold sweats screaming, then hopping out of my bed and running to the bathroom vomiting anything my stomach could find. Sometimes I would stay there, hugging the toilet as the sorrowful tears fell from my heated cheeks begging for this to end.

I caved, begging Narcissa and even reached out to Malfoy to erase the memories, they both refused my pleads with no reason given. I assumed I was forced to suffer or that is what he wanted for me. From that point on I had to learn to take my pain and hold on to it, as it ate me on the inside every day. I needed to learn to take these horrors, bottle them up so I could release them on that coward who tried to rape me.

All I know, is that one day I will get my revenge on him somehow. He took half my soul with him, cursing me with these nightmares and making me weak. I wanted him to know that torment and pain he was putting me through.

My depression had increased severely which made me become a mute and emotionless, I never really battled this darkness before because I had Ron and Harry to keep me afloat. Without either one of them by my side, making me laugh, helping Harry defeat any task thrown at him, none the less helping protect him and having the boys send me letters over summer made my dark thoughts and depression have free roam over my mind. It made me understand and how truly grateful I was for having those two around, they were my true happiness and made my life having true meaning. My depression increased knowing, I would be betraying the two people that made me want to live every day and had shown me what real friendship is. Betraying that bond, we had, meant I would be slowly be killing my will to live in this life.

I was constantly on edge jumping at any sound especially the bells ringing for my summons. The bells were in my room, the servant's quarters, on the outside grounds' keeper area and the kitchen; each bell represented each room with labels above showing who was calling us. The first time I heard the bell, it was ringing under the label reading 'Parlor' which is when I knew something was amiss, at that time I only had the black silk dress, so I pulled myself together and went to the Parlor where all three of them awaited me around the fireplace. Narcissa wore an emotionless expression as she was seated next to her husband, Malfoy threw a green apple up and down as he leaned against the wall by the fireplace and Lucius sat in the chair beside Narcissa sipping on his drink which I assumed was a liquor of some sort.