The Cabin | D.M 18+

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- BELLE -

I don't know how long I was submerged to the floor. But it had felt as though I had become one with the soil.

Vines grew over me, decadent white roses blistering their white petals against the sun. Repelling the light I refused to inhale. Blinding me whilst I sobbed dry tears.

I didn't want light. I wanted to drown in the darkness. Consume me- my begs whimpered. Take me away from this mess. I don't want to be here.

Not alone. Not without Draco.

Let my own tears suffocate me, immerse in my own regret and stupidity. There was no one to blame but myself for the suffering of Theo and Draco. Both were gone, Theo quite possibly dead and I had only known him for two days. I'd grown comfortable with him.

Long lost, I cried harder.

Soon the horizon would peak in deep purples and blues. A more soulful incantation of my broken heart as it bled without the necessity of oxygen.

The world betrayed me. It took everything that I longed for and spat it back out with fury. Taunting me for the mistakes I have done along the way.

And I hated Voldemort for it. Loathed him with such gracious passion that I screamed at the sky. Screamed at him for taking him away from me. For enjoying my pain and the pain of others.

He had done it to Harry with his parents. He had done it to Ron with Fred. And now myself with Draco.

I am a lost puzzle piece in the middle of another box where I do not belong. The woes are endlessly pouring where my sockets begin to sting at the faintest salt concentration. Blinking hurts, breathing hurts.

My heart didn't hurt. It wasn't there.

Not anymore.

And as my arm cushions my head where I face the lake opening, I focus on the crunchy leaf before me. A soft flake of snow dances upon it. Taking residence where more lay atop. A torturous reminder. Everything reminded me of him. From the snow in the sky to the leaves on the ground. And the pine air that we breathed to the smile I always cherished.

Rocks crashed into the beachfront, rippling spurts of droplets into the air as birds and eagles dove to catch their prey. I hated the way the water sang. Hated the noise.

Pursed lips and pulled back chin, my palms fisted the hard dirt and threw at the river screaming.

"Shut up!" My mouth spheres, more dirt, more rocks hit the waves, "Shut up- shut up- shut up-"

I sob.

"He's not coming back!" I bellow at the water and the fish inside, "He's n-n-never going to come back-"

Fear of turning around to see where I was condemned me, the lake was distressing enough. But I knew I needed a roof tonight. This had been the place I could first think of that was remotely close to Malfoy Manor.

Longleat Forest. Near his home. About a fifteen minute walk from- from-

The cabin.

Never would I have imagined looking at a place with burning red anger. A shack I wanted to do nothing more but cast fiendfyre. Envelope it with swarms and dragons and ghosts and all mighty darkness. Possess it with all of the hatred in the world. Lull it all into my soul and exasperated the calamity that brewed.