Mad Turns

Wow,its over?

The floor was cold against the naked feet of a boy walking in the dark. He held his bruised side and as he did his best to find the end, he couldn't stick to it. His eyes were showing no sign of any hope left in them. The situation was not going to get any better soon. He was doomed. Really doomed. There was no way he could forget just exactly what happened and yet his head was empty.

Distant whispers tried to remind him that he's not where he thought he was and as they kept getting even more difficult to hear, one couldn't help but wonder if he was going insane. Maybe that would be the thing, the reason there was no end to this hell. Gray pupils scanned the area in one single movement, fear clinging to bones that may or may not have been broken before. This whole facade was fueled by all the pain that had been endured. Or was there even any pain at all?

Draco took a sharp breath and jumped at the sound of a clock striking at midnight. Or was it not midnight? He was too weak to tell. All he wanted to do was lay his head on his pillow and cease to exist. Yet he had somewhere to be, things to do. What were those again? What did they have to do with the darkness and its hold on him? And since when was this building so empty? It was truly a crime, a little voice in his head said. It felt kind of comforting to him as it gave him a push in a different direction. He wasn't completely out of his mind yet. Haha.

A few more minutes of walking and it surely wasn't midnight anymore. With lungs screaming for air and soul squeezed by uncertainty, he allowed himself to rely on the warmth of someone's blood on his hands. How welcoming it was, to get away from the nightmare. But at what cost was it given to him?

With tears in his eyes, he examined his fingers and moved them around. Feeling the stickiness of the blood made him gag. He had to sit down before he had any chances of falling. This wasn't good. Visions of things he didn't remember pushed themselves in his head, his heart was like a bird in a cage wanting to get out. And there was one thing missing. The reason he was still finding with this. Harry. But he was already gone. And our little blonde friend was yet to figure that out.

Because there's nothing more scary than the color red, when it's not used for romance.

Okay lovelies, I think I'm finally ready to let this book go. I just had to add a little input because it seemed unfinished to me and that was quite bothering me. I doubt that there are people who still follow this or care enough to reread it but it was still nice knowing there were some of you. I'll be glad to see you in the future!

Unless? 👀