ADOMANIA

3~Freefalling

Marbella

Sirius Black was the man I had been sending endless letters to for as long as I could remember. The man before me was my father. I knew everything about him, from his favorite music to his best socks. I had just got to meet him and now I was being pulled away from him again. He was hugging me so tightly I could almost feel my ribcage pop but that didn't matter in the moment.

My breathing hitched in my throat as my gaze met with someone's who looked like their soul had been ripped away, leaving only a grey shell. My mother in a white hospital gown stood before me. Her wet blonde hair was cascading past her hipbone. She was almost beautiful, just standing there and looking at my features with wonder and something like malice. She was getting closer to us and I felt myself squeeze my father more tightly than before not wanting to let go, and knowing he would protect me.

"Ma fille" the woman breathed in my ear and I instinctively closed my eyes hoping that she would disappear. I was pulled aback from my father and I felt two icy cold hands drape around my shoulders  the nails digging into my bones.

The temperature in the room dropped and it was almost pitch black. My father was standing farther away now and I watched as the woman blowed a vibrant red powder that seemed  to go into his mouth. He was starting to fade and panic was now evident in my demeanor. 

I turned to look at my side and to my horror my mother was already looking at me, but her eyes were now filled with fury. She had turned pale and chunks of her hair were missing. Her cheeks were hollowed and the circles around her eyes were a deep purple colour, contrasting her paper white lips. She looked exactly like she did on her deathbed.

I tried screaming but nothing came out. She took a hold of my jaw and forced me to look at my fathers disappearing form. His mouth was moving and I could tell he was yelling my name. I tried to get out of my mothers grasp but she only held tighter as her nails were clawing at my skin and drawing blood. I felt her breath in my ear and my blood was running cold.

Wake up!

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I woke up to the feeling of being shaked. 

Elliot was yelling my name and trying to calm me down, but to no avail. I tried to look at my surroundings, trying to find something to focus on. My throat felt raw and my skin was prickling as I drank the huge glass of ice cold water that Daphne had offered. 

Elliot tried to keep a hold of me but I quickly swatted his hand away, not wanting to be touched.  Instead he settled on patting my forehead dry from what appeared to be sweat beads as I was trying to take deeper breaths while pressing the cold glass to my chest. 

When we had all settled down Elliot finally spoke. "Daphne came to get me when she heard you screaming." He said and took the glass away from me.

 The blonde haired girl turned on my bedside lamp and looked at me defeatedly." I'm sorry Mare, I didn't know what else to do." she said and I took a hold of the girls hands seeing as she looked to be seconds away from crying.

"Daphne you did so well. Please don't cry." I pleaded and watched as Elliot stood up and walked over to the window. 

It was apparently morning seeing as he was already dressed in his uniform. He started to pick out my Quidditch wear. "Could the moon be affecting your sleep again." He asked, knowing that I usually only saw dreams when the full moon was coming closer. I didn't answer him. "I'm assuming it was about your mother." To this I nodded and took the clothes he was offering me. 

"My father was also there." I said, my throat hurting as I talked. 

Daphne had started to gather her own things and stopped in her tracks to look at me. "That's new, isn't it." She asked with a raised eyebrow and I hummed in response while starting to get up and I felt my muscles aching.