lover2night4now
Dramione Lovers!
"The ministry is waiting for me to crack. Crack! Under pressure. Waiting for me to slip up.
Maybe I will. I'm mentally unstable. Everyone knows it. The amount of medication I have to take so I can sleep. Even though some parts of the same nightmare still occurs. I can never be rid of it. Her lying there, helpless, I can't do anything. I'm a coward. Just like Weasley. I don't move. I can't move. Her screams are embedded in my brain. Like a nail on chalkboard. Her nails gnawing at my temple. The terror. The terror she feels? No, the terror I feel. I was scared. I couldn't do anything. I was weak. I am weak. At the end of the nightmare. All I see is her tears and her blood on the floor of my mansion. The mansion I grew up in. A home? No, no, not a home, a prison, my own personal hell.
Drip, drip, drip."