Sara Hawthorne -- Harry Potter (strikes_twice) wrote in musingslogs, @ 2011-04-28 21:43:00 |
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Entry tags: | harry potter |
Who: Sara
What: narrative
Where: Hamartia, Sara's apartment
When: Late Wed night/early Thur morning.
Warnings: Nightmares
She was running. She wasn't quite sure what from but she couldn't stop running, she had to keep going. Her footfalls were barely audible over the pounding of her own heartbeat in her ears, as her blood raced and the adrenaline in her system pumped. She couldn't look back, if she looked back he would catch her. He would catch her. But she was so busy trying to make sure she didn't look back that she forgot to keep her eyes forward, to pay attention to what was ahead of her. If she'd been paying attention maybe she would have seen the hole, because one minute she was running and the next she was falling.
While a second before she been running through a forest she was now surrounded by walls and no... No, no, oh God no. She knew this place, she could never forget this place. It was where He'd had kept them, where she'd woken up that god awful day. And now she was back. God, no, she'd escaped! She'd gotten out of this place and run so far away. . . she'd left everything behind! Her school, her life, her friends. . . no, they were better off without her, safer without her. She was distracted from the thought of what she'd had to give up as she felt something move by her hand. Screaming at the sight of not one, but hundreds of snakes writhering all around her, seemingly flooding her own personal slice of hell, Sara tried to scramble away but they were everywhere. No matter where she went there were snakes, and their numbers only seemed to be growing. The walls were closing in on her now and she couldn't get away. She couldn't get away. They were sliding up her legs and arms and she felt sick from the touch. She could hear his voice now, though she couldn't see his face. He whispered promises in her ear, and did she really think death would stop him? No, no nothing would ever make it stop. She belonged to him now and forever, he told her so, she had to know that.
Not even death could change that.
Sara shot up in her bed screaming out, tears streaming down her face. She sobbed, as she tried to calm herself, to tell herself that none of it was real. That was becoming something of a regular occurrence these days. She thought that it would get easier with time, but it seemed like the nightmares were only getting worse. She'd had this particular one three times in the last two weeks, with others thrown in for a little variety. Feeling anxious in the small confines of the room Sara grabbed her old trainers, and made her way toward the roof of the apartment building. The sight of the sky calmed her a bit, but it was still hard to shake off the thought that that man, and God she didn't even know his real name did she? It made her rather sick to think how little she still knew about that man. How much she would never know; like why he'd picked her.
She tried to shake off the thought though, and her her mind wandered to the dream. She tried not to think about the things she'd had to give up when she'd come to Humanity, the people she'd had to leave behind. She still missed them sometimes, but there wasn't really anything she could do about it now was there? And it been years now, they'd probably didn't remember her anymore. Even if they did she hadn't been much of a friend to them that last year. No, she had made the right choice, they were better off without her.