Malfoy | Draco Malfoy [Book1](Unedited!)

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Athena Jones

Hazel is sleeping beside me, because I didn't want to sleep alone, but even if she's sleeping beside me I can't fall asleep myself. My mind replaying everything that had happened when I was in that damn cell, Ethan, Rowell, the screams, their unwanted touches, the torture.

I try to push the memories away, but they keep sneaking into my mind unbidden. I can see Rowell's cruel smile, feel Ethan's cold hands on me, hear their taunts and jeers. It's all so dark and ugly, and I don't know how to make it stop. I lie there, my eyes clenched shut, wishing for all of it to go away.

I try to focus on the sound of Hazel's breathing, steady and rhythmic. It reminds me that I'm not alone, that there are people who care for me and want to help me. But my mind keeps wandering back to those horrible memories, even as I try to push them away. They're like a dark cloud, hanging over me, ready to swallow me up at any moment.

I feel so powerless. No matter how hard I try to forget, those memories keep coming back to haunt me. It's as if they're seared into my memory, indelible and unforgettable. I feel like I'm stuck in that cell, even though I'm physically safe and far away from the monsters who hurt me. It's like my mind is still trapped there, reliving the horror over and over again.

I can feel the tears welling up in my eyes, and I don't even have the energy to stop them from rolling down my cheeks. I just lie there, crying silently, feeling so weak and broken. I wonder if I'll ever be able to move past this, if I'll ever be free of the nightmares that plague me.

It's exhausting, fighting my own mind like this. I want to scream, to bang my fists against the walls, anything to make it stop. But I just lie there, tears streaming down my face, feeling helpless and vulnerable. The memories keep coming, relentless and cruel.

I feel like I'm drowning in my own pain, like I'm being pulled under by the weight of my own memories. I try to breathe, to focus on the air filling my lungs, but all I can see and feel are those awful moments, playing on repeat in my mind.

I want to scream out loud, to let out all the pain, all the anger and fear. But I'm paralyzed, unable to move or speak. The only thing I can do is lie here, crying silently, while the memories keep assaulting my mind, over and over again.

I hate feeling so helpless, so broken. But there's nothing I can do to stop it. The memories keep coming, like waves crashing over me, pulling me under. I'm exhausted, both physically and emotionally, and the tears just keep flowing.

Eventually, I fall into a fitful sleep, my mind still haunted by the memories. It's not a peaceful sleep, and I'm plagued by nightmares that make me wake up covered in cold sweat. But even that's better than being awake, tortured by the relentless flashbacks.

As the sun rises, I wake up feeling even more exhausted than before. The nightmares have left me feeling shaken and drained, and I can't shake the lingering feelings of terror and despair. My mind is still spinning, trying to make sense of everything that happened.

I sit up, wincing as the pain shoots through my body. Every inch of my skin aches, a constant reminder of their fingers and hands on me. I want to peel it all off.

Hazel stirs next to me, blinking sleepily. She looks concerned as she sees my disheveled appearance. "Another nightmare?" she asks gently.

I nod, unable to find words to describe the harrowing dreams. The memories rise up again, images flashing through my mind like a horror film. I shudder, my hands clenching the bedsheets tightly.

Hazel reaches out a comforting hand, placing it gently on my shoulder. "It's okay," she says softly. "I'm here. You're safe now."

I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself. The touch of her hand grounds me, anchoring me back in reality. "I know," I say hoarsely. "I just...I can't stop thinking about it. Every time I close my eyes, I can still feel them."