The Eye Of The Storm {Bella}
Apr 7, 2010 14:51:21 GMT -6
Post by Augustus Rookwood on Apr 7, 2010 14:51:21 GMT -6
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shadows all around you as you surface from the dark, emerging from the gentle grip of
NIGHT'S UNFOLDING ARMS. DARKNESS
darkness every where, do you feel all alone? the subtle grace of gravity, the heavy weight of stone.
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Please no...
I dont want to...
Please help me god!
Rookwood was sat on the cold stone floor of his prison; he held his head in his hands as the moans and cries of other prisoners drifted through the bars into his cell. A constant dripping sound aggravated Rookwood as water leaked through his cell wall; he shifted to the right not wanting to get too close to the cell door but against the idea of sitting in a pool of water. His clothes were ragged, and damp his hair long, shaggy and greasy. How he had despised uncleanness and here he was wallowing in dirty clothes, not caring that his facial hair was growing out of his control. He couldn’t think about anything, they wouldn’t let him think about anything other than his most painful thoughts and memories.
He shivered as a dementor glided past him, he was all alone, nothing to live for he wasn’t even human. Rookwood was certain he was going quite mad. He couldn’t take another moment of this. He was sure he had been here forever, he could barely remember a time where he walked in the streets, and talked with another wizard. He was a very social man, and wasn’t coping well with the lack of human contact.
This wasn’t right he didn’t deserve to be locked up like an animal; he jumped to his feet and threw himself at the cell door, rattling it with all his strength. He had lost a lot of weight, and was only half the man he had been before he was imprisoned; he was weak from the lack of desire to eat. Dementors did that to you.
‘Damn it, someone let me out’ he cried, but it was in vain, all he could hear where the cries of other prisoners, driven mad by the dementors. His eyes darted around his cell, he knew it so well, he knew there was no way to escape and yet he still checked. He threw himself at the door again, before shying away as a dementor passed him, no please no he thought his feet becoming sodden from the pools of water in his cell.
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