Post by Cassandra Salvatore on Sept 13, 2007 9:06:55 GMT -5
The days and nights had started to fold up together so she couldn't tell how long it had been since had last been in this hospital. It seemed like ages ago, but really it hadn't been that long. But there was one place she always wanted to visit, one place they never let her. She didn't seem so out of place here, as Kallestia Mulciber, a rather young and innocous girl just a few years fresh from Hogwarts. That's what she always loved the most about the polyjuice potion, it was relieving to live another life, if only in your own imagination
She hears people sobbing. She hears people screaming and shouting and moaning and crying and retching all over the place and she refuses to let it get to her because she is not weak. She can handle a little bit of noise and she knows better than to break down now because He will come for her. The Dark Lord can’t be gone forever, he was inside of her now and when he surfaced she wanted to be rewarded for her devotion. When she thinks about this all the sounds fade away and being alone in a the world, without friends, family, and most importantly never getting to be a mother doesn't seem as bad. Then again....
She used to want to be alone so deeply it hurt to be with people, and now that she was alone she thought to herself that maybe company isn’t such a bad thing. Something about that stings. Like since she started this fall into darkness, she was becoming invisible, a ghost that used to be alive but isn’t anymore. Something weak and foreign and not quite human that makes her want to keep killing just so people will remember her name. She doesn’t want to be that woman sent to Azkaban for the rest of her life because she did horrible things that no one will remember, she wants to be the goddess Enyo incarnate, that woman right behind you who will kill you if you make a sound.
With a sad, and almost tragic look playing upon the pouty lips of the face she has stolen, she places a hand against the glass, looking in at all the new babies, and whispering
"What if..."
She hears people sobbing. She hears people screaming and shouting and moaning and crying and retching all over the place and she refuses to let it get to her because she is not weak. She can handle a little bit of noise and she knows better than to break down now because He will come for her. The Dark Lord can’t be gone forever, he was inside of her now and when he surfaced she wanted to be rewarded for her devotion. When she thinks about this all the sounds fade away and being alone in a the world, without friends, family, and most importantly never getting to be a mother doesn't seem as bad. Then again....
She used to want to be alone so deeply it hurt to be with people, and now that she was alone she thought to herself that maybe company isn’t such a bad thing. Something about that stings. Like since she started this fall into darkness, she was becoming invisible, a ghost that used to be alive but isn’t anymore. Something weak and foreign and not quite human that makes her want to keep killing just so people will remember her name. She doesn’t want to be that woman sent to Azkaban for the rest of her life because she did horrible things that no one will remember, she wants to be the goddess Enyo incarnate, that woman right behind you who will kill you if you make a sound.
With a sad, and almost tragic look playing upon the pouty lips of the face she has stolen, she places a hand against the glass, looking in at all the new babies, and whispering
"What if..."
