Post by Gwen on Feb 16, 2008 11:06:19 GMT -5
Another restless night. Another nightmare. Looking down at the covers of her bed, Gwen looked around the seventh year girls’ dorm to make sure she didn’t wake anyone around her. Tears streaming down her cheeks, the student got out of bed changing into a pair of black slacks, a matching plain black t-shirt, and a pair of black sneakers. Pulling her ebony traveling cloak over her body, Gwen snuck out for a walk to put her mind to ease.
After what felt like hours of mindless wandering, the young woman found before the crypt. This was a bit odd to her, after all her dream had consisted of morbid images and scenes. This is ironic she mused to herself as she entered the house of the dead.
Something seemed to be out of place, out of order, bizarre. The silence seemed to overwhelm the teen as she walked amongst the many tombs that decorated the crypt. Though they had reconciled, Gwen still replayed Shadow’s words over and over in her mind from that right at Ravenwood Tower. Was she really that willing to give on a dream that she had for such a long time? Well, at least these thoughts were better than thinking about he nightmare.
“Of course not,” she muttered to herself while she crossed her arms over her black traveling cloak. “He’s right I shouldn’t just sit here and accept everything just because some things are harder to change than others,” she whispered noticing the white mist that came from her mouth as the winter weather took its effect.
Even though she kept herself distracted, that haunting feeling still resided. It has been haunting her ever since her arrival, taunting her, coaxing her to act on thoughts that she so wanted to repress. The reason why her placid gray eyes were consumed in burning flames for the longest time before finally being able to suppress it.
But sadly ever since that day at the tower, all of her hard work, all the hours spent in meditation trying to gain control, when she finally could get her life back to normal and gain a sense of peace. The mysterious entity returned to haunt her thoughts, dreams, bring her back again to the brink of insanity.
“What is it?” the teen muttered looking up at the new moon that hung above. “And why does it forever continue to haunt me,” she whispered as she slumped down against a mausoleum. Oh how she just wanted to draw her wand and end everything just to rid herself of this burden. Sad thing was if it wasn’t for this mysterious being that lived in her mind, she would have never talked to Shadow that night in the common room. Hell, she would probably be in a different house entirely.
Hanging her head, inky strands fell before her somber eyes. A nervous laugh escaped from the young woman’s mouth. “Great, now I’m going crazy,” she muttered to herself with a hint of amusement. “Perhaps I should talk to a professor about these voices. I know I’m not a schizophrenic, I show no symptoms. My thoughts are all well organized, I don’t hold weird positions for long periods of time,” she rationalized to herself. “Know what, all of this is just in my mind,” she muttered trying to convince her mind that she was just imagining everything.
Raising her head, Gwen slammed the back of her head against the marble, letting out a shaky sigh. “Ah who am I kidding, there’s something up with this place,” she began shakily. “I was fine before coming here,” she noted remembering that all she had before was depression. “Right?” she asked herself. Silence enveloped her once more for a few seconds before a reply in her consciousness. “Yes.”
An overwhelming feeling of panic washed over the Slytherin. Looking around fearfully, the witch gulped as her breathing increased. “Where are you? Show yourself!” Gwen called out to the emptiness of the crypt around her. A maniacal laugh echoed in her head. Then it came to her, she was alone. Alone in this dark dismal place. A personal hell created in her mind.
Her eyes no longer held fear or paranoia. They now where frigid blended with insanity. The entity had won all of her work or suppression had gone to waste.
After what felt like hours of mindless wandering, the young woman found before the crypt. This was a bit odd to her, after all her dream had consisted of morbid images and scenes. This is ironic she mused to herself as she entered the house of the dead.
Something seemed to be out of place, out of order, bizarre. The silence seemed to overwhelm the teen as she walked amongst the many tombs that decorated the crypt. Though they had reconciled, Gwen still replayed Shadow’s words over and over in her mind from that right at Ravenwood Tower. Was she really that willing to give on a dream that she had for such a long time? Well, at least these thoughts were better than thinking about he nightmare.
“Of course not,” she muttered to herself while she crossed her arms over her black traveling cloak. “He’s right I shouldn’t just sit here and accept everything just because some things are harder to change than others,” she whispered noticing the white mist that came from her mouth as the winter weather took its effect.
Even though she kept herself distracted, that haunting feeling still resided. It has been haunting her ever since her arrival, taunting her, coaxing her to act on thoughts that she so wanted to repress. The reason why her placid gray eyes were consumed in burning flames for the longest time before finally being able to suppress it.
But sadly ever since that day at the tower, all of her hard work, all the hours spent in meditation trying to gain control, when she finally could get her life back to normal and gain a sense of peace. The mysterious entity returned to haunt her thoughts, dreams, bring her back again to the brink of insanity.
“What is it?” the teen muttered looking up at the new moon that hung above. “And why does it forever continue to haunt me,” she whispered as she slumped down against a mausoleum. Oh how she just wanted to draw her wand and end everything just to rid herself of this burden. Sad thing was if it wasn’t for this mysterious being that lived in her mind, she would have never talked to Shadow that night in the common room. Hell, she would probably be in a different house entirely.
Hanging her head, inky strands fell before her somber eyes. A nervous laugh escaped from the young woman’s mouth. “Great, now I’m going crazy,” she muttered to herself with a hint of amusement. “Perhaps I should talk to a professor about these voices. I know I’m not a schizophrenic, I show no symptoms. My thoughts are all well organized, I don’t hold weird positions for long periods of time,” she rationalized to herself. “Know what, all of this is just in my mind,” she muttered trying to convince her mind that she was just imagining everything.
Raising her head, Gwen slammed the back of her head against the marble, letting out a shaky sigh. “Ah who am I kidding, there’s something up with this place,” she began shakily. “I was fine before coming here,” she noted remembering that all she had before was depression. “Right?” she asked herself. Silence enveloped her once more for a few seconds before a reply in her consciousness. “Yes.”
An overwhelming feeling of panic washed over the Slytherin. Looking around fearfully, the witch gulped as her breathing increased. “Where are you? Show yourself!” Gwen called out to the emptiness of the crypt around her. A maniacal laugh echoed in her head. Then it came to her, she was alone. Alone in this dark dismal place. A personal hell created in her mind.
Her eyes no longer held fear or paranoia. They now where frigid blended with insanity. The entity had won all of her work or suppression had gone to waste.