Delilah Pierce didn't have the best home life, and when in school she tended to blend in with the crowd. She didn't mind it though, she was perfectly content with her 2 friends and her brother.
But what happens when she comes back to her six year a...
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Sandra Bullock as Caroline Crouch
The dreadful feeling is back.
I thought it was gone, but clearly it isn't.
I woke up feeling like death itself, dread clouded all my senses, it filled me with a void of complete nothingness. It was as if I had lost all capability of feeling anything besides alarming expectance and just pure darkness, and I couldn't do anything about it.
Everything is a blur, I could walk around the halls and eat my meals, but I wasn't aware. My body was there but my mind was gone, I felt like in a trance of sorts. The only thing I know is that something terribly bad is going to happen.
Im currently sitting in Herbology, trying my hardest to focus on what Sprout is saying. I only catch snippets of the lesson, but all the effort to focus was giving me a headache so I quit trying. I stare down at the few words scribbled on the the parchment and sigh, I'll need to ask Pandora for the notes.
I start to doodle on the paper random things, a flower, a quill, the sorting hat. Then, it's like my hand has a mind of its own. My hands starts moving rapidly over the parchment, splashing ink with each hasty stroke. Amos Diggory looks at me from the corner of his eye, concerned when he noticed my breathing picking up.
Whispers started echoing in my head, telling me things I couldn't distinguish. The more I tried to ignore them, the louder they got. I winced as they started screaming the same word over and over, my hand moving faster on the parchment.
"dead"
"Dead"
"DEAD!"
A turmoil of emotions lodged itself in my chest, pressing down on my thorax with so much strength it made it difficult to breath. They tried to claw their way up my throat, like a rabid animal looking for an escape.
The screaming in my head stopped abruptly, leaving a deafening silence at their leave. Then this agonizing pain tore though my chest, pulling at my heart as if someone was ripping it off my chest.
That's when I screamed.
The same screech like sound from that day near the forest tore from my throat, deafening everyone in the classroom. My eyes clenched shut as images of a white room flashed through my eyes rapidly.
My scream faded into nothing and my eyes flickered open, widening the moment I took in my surroundings. Every person in the room was bleeding from their ears, including Professor Sprout, they looked at me frightened as they hurdled away from me. Most of the plants around me had gone from healthy, to completely wilted - now black in color.
