Anthony Goldstein (abitcross) wrote in snitchers, @ 2017-08-30 23:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | char: anthony goldstein |
Who: Anthony Goldstein.
What: Nightmare
Where: Azkaban
When: Wednesday Night
It was dark, so dark that Anthony could barely see his own hands in front of him as they scraped against the cold brick floor. It was so cold, Anthony could feel it in his bones, as if his own blood had begun to freeze. His whole body was sore from the cold and inactivity. How long had he been in here? It felt like his body hadn’t moved in years. He still couldn’t see.
Anthony began to crawl, his hands timidly feeling in front of him for the next brick, a vain attempt to guide himself despite feeling like he wasn’t going anywhere. This dark, cold room seemed to stretch on forever, and he knew somewhere in the back of his mind that he would never escape. He was here forever. He was never going to leave the four walls that engulfed him entirely.
There was suddenly a light, so bright that it was almost blinding to Anthony at first. The door was open. The door was open, could he be going home? Would they let him out? For the first time, it felt like, he could see the room he was in. It was small, smaller than his room at the leaky. It was bricks all the way around, and the tiny cramped bed that should have been his was piled with dead, grey bodies. Gaunt, haunted figures, more were piled around the bed, and along the walls. They surrounded him and the smell suddenly infiltrated him entirely.
A tray of food, colorless mush and a bottle of water was thrown in front of him. The sound of the tray hitting the floor echoed off the silent walls, like a gunshot. “Your dinner.” He would recognize Lisa’s voice anywhere, “It’s more than you deserve.”
She was dressed in Hit Wizard robes and sneering at him. “Doesn’t deserve it.” He heard the voice somewhere behind him. It stopped his heart.
“Mum?” Anthony nearly fell himself trying to turn to look for her. It had been years since he’d seen her. It had been hard to move on without her. She was one of the corpses, leaning against the bed. Her hair was dark and wirey, her tan skin turned grey, her eyes were brown and lifeless, her cheeks collapsing in on themselves, skin practically separating from her skeleton.
“All I sacrifice for you, and this is what you do. You ignore. You drink away the day, slag away the night. What sort of boy did I raise. I’m disappointed in you Anthony. You could have been so much more.”
Anthony tried to respond, but choked on the taste of bile in his mouth, his tongue felt heavy. Suddenly, all the corpses seemed to be staring at him, and he wished to be plunged into the darkness, it let the quiet emptiness consume him entirely. To give into their deathly pull.
“Lis, Please, you can’t leave me like his. Please.” Anthony’s voice was hoarse, and he didn’t know when he’d started crying, but he was begging, begging Lisa to give him some sort of mercy. But he knew, he didn’t deserve it. He didn’t deserve anything, least of all an act of kindness from Lisa.
Wordlessly, she slammed the door, plunging Anthony back into the darkness. He curled into a ball, his cheek resting on the cool floor. He heard the shuffling of the skeletons, and felt their boney grasp on his flesh as they tore him apart.