Fallen | D.M

Chapter 4: Reflection

Covered in blood again. Always covered in blood.

Never her own.

Crimson stains all over her Slytherin uniform. She felt the terror stuck in her throat as she stood in the middle of the demolished hall.

Panic.

Her lungs functioned no longer. Air was unable to enter her system, give her the breath she needed to return to reality.

Her fractured mind was dizzy, drunk off of turbulent chaos around her. Slowly the sounds and shouts around her muted and blurred together in the background.

All she could hear was the rapid uneven sound of her heartbeat echoing like battle cry in the midst of the war.

Pain ruptured through her body. Tears fell down her cheeks. Legs trembled, reaching breaking point.

The point of no return. When the shattered pieces scatter on the floor, impossible to bring back together, impossible to fix. Left on ground to puncture other victims and draw out more blood.

There was storm in her and it felt like the destruction was spreading from inside to out.

Time didn't stop while she panicked— while she felt her whole world implode around her, life continued to ruin around her. She was stuck in her own mind, struggling to find the way out.

She couldn't focus her eyes on anything, water flooding from her eyes detracted her ability to see. She was blind to her own pain. To her own suffering.

"I can't breathe. I can't breathe. I can't breathe."

It was almost a chant. A song.

One she sung and chanted everyday. Everyday she suffocated. She was suffocating in that moment, that instant— on pure sheer horror.

"I can't breathe."

Her voice growing fainter and fainter as the words became reality.

Oxygen depleted from her lungs, her entire body collapsed to the floor, losing to her mind.

Crumbling to her knees. Weak and fragile she fell into the ruins. Now covered in rubble and dust along with the crimson, it was sight to see.

Lucifer himself would've basked in pleasure at this image.

A little girl broken and tortured, shivering, losing all control, abilities to function quickly being taken away from her.  

Trying to pull herself out. Trying to escape her torment. She thought of other things. Other people. Ones that made her happy. The people she loved.

Her green eyes squeezed shut trying to focus on those people. A boy with white blond was the first to peak in her mind, strong arms she knew that could pull her through.

Would he ever save her though? Willingly?

Suddenly all the people she cared about appeared in mind. But they all stared at her blankly. No one helping her. No one saving her. No one reaching out.