BROKEN BEAD'S

Black...

Its not a poem

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I blinked my eyes, trying to open it. But it was too bright, too sharp in the eyes. My head was exploding with the beat of its own, a very bad song. I didnt knew where i am and why my body is burning high, even a single move was too painful, i sighed.

I tried to open my eyes, adjusted it to the light. What i see is only white. I feel like i am in deathly hallows instead of the boy who lived who also have a lighting scar on his head. I heard some sound, i get excited that i will get to meet professor dumbledore but what i hear more precisely is a sweet voice whispering low and a beeping sound... it was scary so i ignored it. I listened to the sweet voice    which belongs to a lady.

When i heard what she was saying... my mind processed it. The beeping sound increased along with the another sound of screaming too high. I realised the owner of it was me. The gates opened, people shouted but i didnt cared, i was shivering from cold, sweating from heat. And then i felt a pinch on my arm and after a while everything got still and it turns black from white.....

The sound in my head started to get down the last thing which i heard was  that ....it was not my fault....

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