Jupiter hated running. But there she was: running to save everyone's life. Or rather, the characters from her favourite book. Back in the 1775, Jupiter ended up meeting the Marauders and the ones who were only a name in a book.
☆Did you hear about the girl who lives in delusion?☆
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«We should go.»
«But we can't leave her like this, she could be dead,» a low voice said. It wasn't like most of the voices, it was like a big cloud, with inside lots of feeling. Everybody could sense his anxiety. And like every cloud, rain liked to fall from it.
«We have to give her mouth-to-mouth resuscitation.»
«Padfoot is right.»
«Moony-»
«I'm doing it.»
Voices were haunting her death. She expected it to be more peacefull, but maybe she was in hell. A nice person wouldn't run away from home. But that wasn't her home, it was only a house. Her head hurt, and she didn't want to open her, scared of what she might find. She was feeling heavy, but everything was loud, her heartbeat was skipping as fast as it could, breaking every record. She could sense the water dropping from her clothes, wanting to leave her dead body.
She tried to open her eyes, but a force she couldn't name was keeping her sight safe from every piece of hell she could taste.
Moony. Padfoot. She heard it right? Or she was simply mad. She was probably mad. The voices she heard were probably made up by her brain, to torture her little heart. Or maybe she just heard it wrong, most of the times people wanted to hear things just to feel more safe, even if it wasn't real.
Harry Potter didn't exist, and she knew it very well. When she was little she used to dream of receiving her Hogwarts letter, but when she turned eleven, delusion was all that she had. But she could keep it that way, living a delusion dream. She wanted to be with the characters, they were her comfort. Her home. But they were only ink. And Ink couldn't speak, or laugh, or hug. So maybe she wasn't dead, she was just dreaming.
Suddenly she felt lips on hers, and breaths were given. But the nightmare was the only thing she could found. The flashback started washing her mind with memories, and she felt panic taking away the only breath left. She was again in the sea, searching for a way to breathe. She tried to scream, but something was holding her back. Again. Again. Again. She was going to drown again. She was fighting for her life, arms and legs were fighting with her, to come back to the surface.
The world around her was still black, but to her it was deep blue, with waves dancing under the storming sky. Colors were screaming her name, and she felt trapped in a rough tornado. Why humans could feel emotions that deeply? Her heart was sucking every thing he could find, and she couldn't keep it to her anymore. Everything was falling from her grip, but the tornado was still breathing, and the fallen things were returning to her. Except breaths.
