Motivation ⌁ Tom Riddle ✔

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A strangled cry erupted from the depths of my throat, jolting me awake. I sat up quickly, taking in my surroundings. I was in the Slytherin girls dormitory. My hand flew straight to my head, and I glanced to the left, seeing the empty firewhiskey bottle right where I had left it. It throbbed with a pain so thick a low moan left my lips on its own. I must have fallen asleep here because my mind was blank and so was the dream I had just woken from. Emily and Brianna were still asleep when I had looked over at them. Black spots blurred in my vision, and I found myself asleep once again.

I found myself in a dark room, trapped. There were no walls, windows, trees, grass, sky. Everything was just pitch black, yet there was still, somehow, light. I got up from the 'ground,' which was obviously also blacker than night, and took a look around at the nothing, gaping. A cry left my lips and the first thing I did was run. But no where I ran to changed the scenery. A wave of claustrophobia rushed through my veins and I continued to run. I felt lonely.

"Abigail..." a voice said, making me stop dead in my tracks.

I looked around fast and quickly, having absolutely no idea which direction the voice had come from. It was dead silent once again, yet I still felt so deaf. Panic burst through me, and I ran again. Weird thing was, I wasn't running out of breath no matter how fast I ran. My legs never tired. No sweat dripped. I didn't gasp for air. I just ran in silence.

Until I had bumped into something that I hadn't seen that felt much like a brick wall. Perhaps I had turned into a muggle and tried running through the barrier. I fell onto my back from the thick impact, and I looked up. It was a boy and his back was to me. He turned around slowly, showing me the handsome face that belonged to none other than Tom Riddle. Relief rushed over me as I no longer felt alone; there was somebody else here, too. Too bad it was somebody who hated my guts.

I opened my mouth to say something but gasped and scrambled back. Tom had finally turned right around, transitioning into a man with snake like skin, red eyes and slits for a nose. He smirked and said my name again. I did the first thing that popped into my head and I shot up off the ground and bolted back into the opposite direction of the blackness, laughter roaring from behind me.

I ran and I ran and I ran, until the ground beneath me shattered and I was falling further into the nothingness.

I shot up with a gasp, bright light blinding my sight, but it didn't burn as much as what my head was.

"You all right?" A casual voice asked, as if the dream I'd just had never actually happened.

"Morning, Abby," Emily said in bright and cheery tone, though she looked like a mess. Her and Brianna were sitting on the floor, Emily on the right hand side and Brianna on the left, both wrapping up their Christmas gifts. "Do not come snooping around, now."

"What time is it?"

Brianna looked over her shoulder at me. "Probably about ten. We saved you some breakfast."