along the months, natalie had been battered and BRUISED, her mind tortured to a place of constant terror. blood no longer seeped through open wounds as they once had, but that meant very little to her, discarded into a shadowed room with CHAINS anchored to her wrists and ankles. she no longer heard the RATTLE when she moved, her ears no longer attuned to the further torment they provided. no, her mind was torment enough; it was busy creating friends and foes the LATTER more common out of nonsensical shapes dancing throughout the room. the darkness had terrified her once. now, it seemed an unlikely ALLY to her.
it hid the signs of MALNOURISHMENT AND MISTREATMENT inflicted upon her body, though it did very little to shield her from the horrors of her OWN mind. and despite not seeing it herself, natalie knew the shadows helped cover the now PALE orbs of indigo her eyes had become. WAR followed her every night, save for those seldom few that offered her some sort of RESPITE those nights had at least provided her with dreamless sleep, a chance to HEAL from exhaustion as though she’d been forever cursed to ENDURE the constant torture under cassandra’s hand every day, as a brand new canvas. it was a fate she’d come to accept.
NO ONE WAS COMING FOR HER. for a moment, she’d believed he’d come, but even despite cassandra’s affirmations that she'd been ABANDONED, natalie’s own doubts only grew with the passing days. . . until there was nothing left but the overwhelming TRUTH that she was indeed, alone. if cassandra’s words had not been enough to convince her, her nightmares had done a fine job of doing so; every night, natalie saw the SAME thing HAVOC would ensue once again at hogwarts. cassandra would GRIN in victory. dragons would fly. though the image was frayed, it could only mean the revolution’s defeat. . . right?
SANITY came in waves. once thrown into corners bathed in darkness, natalie’s mind often lost itself to the sea of anguish. she was granted moments of RELIEF, when she’d provided them with useful information, but those had been happening less and less often. LAST NIGHT, they’d not been pleased, and cassandra had been in a particularly unpleasant mood. it hadn’t surprised natalie when she’d been thrown against the wall, left to drift into unconsciousness in hopes that no nightmares followed her. they didn’t, for the MOST part. a peaceful silence had blessed her, until the foreign sound of an EXPLOSION blasted right by her ears and PANIC seized her.
‘ I’M SORRY, I DON’T- ’ it was impulse to beg for what little meaning her life held now; perhaps HOPE had never fully left her after all, she couldn’t ignore the rare, though undisputable, DREAMS that painted a beautiful meadow, her own pale dress swaying in the breeze. if her curse told her of all the devastation, couldn’t it also tell her of all the prosperity? cassandra would call her a FOOL to be believe so. her feet sliding against stone as she lurches herself upright, natalie followed the gentle skittering of paws darting through a CRACK in the wall. ‘ you’re not real, you’re not real, you’re not real. ’ but she drew herself towards the barely moving shadow on the other side.
‘ please, don’t be real. ’ because if she was, that could only mean. . .
' i’m sorry. ’ there was NO WAY out. ‘ that you’re DOOMED too. ’
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