Amabel (Draco Malfoy x reader)

42 | The room |

Tuesday , 7th of April 
25 weeks & 5 days
Or
6 Months

2 days in The room

My eyes dart open due to a small noise next to me. My eyes imedenitly look over where the noise came from. A dark curly haired woman walks away from a small wooden desk across from me.

"Where am I?" I lean up from the bed I am in. This isn't my home and I have no clue who this woman is. I don't know how I got here, all I remember is walking around the house and going outside, that's where the memory stops.

The woman turns to look at me before continuing out the door. What the fuck? Where the fuck am I? Who is that woman and how did I get here?

"Excuse me? Hello!" I raise my voice at the woman before she shuts the door. I look around the small room. It looks like a jail cell that is decorated. The bed that im sitting on is small and the blanket looks like its been cut up and dragged through mud and washed but the person that washed it failed miserably because there's dark brown spots imprinted all over it. The walls are concrete and so is the door. I start to get up but as my bare feet touch the floor I feel a strong shock pulse through my body. "Bloody hell!" I yell at the touch. I look around the room to see if there is shoes anywhere but I don't find any.

"What is this place?" I mutter under my breath as fear shoots through my body.

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4 days in the room

There's no windows in the room I'm in, the only light source in here is a lamp that sits on the night stand next to the bed I'm sitting on. I have no clue how long I've been in here, I could be in here for an hour, 4 hours, 10 hours, or 24 hours since I woke up. Ive yelled, I've screamed, I've bagged on the wall behind me but nothing seems to get anyone to come in here. I can't help but think that someone has placed me in here because of my family and holding me hostage until my family gives up something the person wants. I know my family knows I'm missing, they will come for me. I know they will. there all probably worried sick, I know Draco is. Draco always worries about me. Draco is probably doing everything in his power to bring me back.

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6 days in the room

I believe ive been in here for 2 days or 3 but it's hard to tell since I have nothing to track time with. I tired counting in my head and carving something in the wall behind me but it made me go crazy after doing it for 2 hours straight. This place is made to make me go crazy. My thoughts are eating from the inside out and yet I can't keep them from doing it. Ive tried to keep the thoughts from getting to me but its hard when the room is so quite I can hear my heartbeat bounce off the walls. This Place will kill me, slowly and painfully.

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7 days in the room

My babies have started kicking my stomach so bad that I can't move. ive begged and pleaded for someone to come in here to feed me, I know my babies are hungry. It pains me to know my babies are hungry because I felt the same pain a few days ago. The babies have taken almost all my energy and nutrients to the point that I can tell my skin is going yellow and the stomach acid is burning into my stomach somehow. It's like my body is eating itself from the inside out.

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8 days in the room

I lost track of what I believe how long I've been in here for. Someone came in the room while I was asleep and left a plate of food and a class of water. I was hesitant at first but after the pain started again, I engulfed the food and I licked the plate after I finished it.

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My eyes slowly open to the sight of a bright beam shinning down onto me. im not in the same room I was in when I fell asleep. I try to lean up my something is tired against my head keeping me from rising and on my legs and hands. The thoughts of being trapped cause me to hyperventilate and make it hard for me to breath.

A woman comes into my view. "Y/n calm down, you need to breathe." she has a stern look on her face as if she doesn't care if I do calm down or not. Her eyes are dark brown and her hair is black as the sky after dusk. The hair matches perfectly with her porcelain skin that shines brightly due to the light.

Another person comes into the room and comes into my view by looking over me. "Give her draught of peace to calm her down, she's gonna need it." The man has wrinkles all over his face and his eyes are dark.

After the words leave his mouth more people com into my view and all I can hear is whispers. "Are you sure this is her?" "She's supposed to be the Dark Light?" "No way that's her?".

The whispers bring back members when I walked down the dark always at night as a kid. The portraits would talk about me in a bad way because of my father being an angle even though his brother was Lord Voldemort. Being talked down upon by almost everyone and everything in your house messes with you as a kid. The fear of disappointment and not knowing what they're saying about you eats at you and drives you crazy.

My body starts uncontrollably shake. Nothing feels right, I need to calm down. 'Breath. Please breath. Don't hurt the babies.' I repeat in my mind. 'It's not worth it. Control yourself.' My body doesn't stop shaking even after I tried calming myself down. The whispers feel like they're getting louder. I can't take it no more. A blood piercing scream shakes the room, glass shatters, the bands that were tying me to the table break, everyone in the room backs all the way up to the door.

Everything stops. Its quiet. No one in the room moves a muscle scared to startle me. I hesitantly rise up from the table and look around the room. The people are squatted down and covering their ears, some are even shaking. No one dares to look at me, I don't understand why.

before I can even get out of the bed something pinches my arm and my vision goes blurry.

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The felling of being trapped is terrifying. It makes you go crazy so fast at the thought of not being free. Right now im trapped in my mind. I can't see anything, not even black. You know when you cover one eye while look at something and you don't see anything out the eye your covering? That isa what Im seeing right now. I can't move a muscle even if I try with all my force, I am trapped in my mind and body and have no control over it.

My body feels as if its being controlled and I can't do anything in my life to take ahold of it. Why can't I just live my life and not have to deal with with stress and the feeling of being controlled.