Post by blackkat13 on Nov 27, 2007 20:52:12 GMT -5
I had given up trying to see in the pitch black of the dungeons, just as I had immediately given up attempting to feel my way along with my hand on the wall. Too slimy for my taste. The blackness pressed in on me, blocking off in different patterns like the clearly visible pixels on an ancient TV.
I didn't have a clue why I was down here, oh wait, yes I did. I didn't want to be around the light and my friends who I knew would only bug me with the usual questions: 'what's wrong?', 'are you okay?' and 'why are you so depressed?' being some of the few that would swamp me immediately in my enterance to the common room or anywhere with too much light or people. I knew no one in Slytherin so I was positive that I'd be far away from the questions I would prefer not to answer.
My progress was slow as I made my way deeper so into the dungeons, I could hear the plip-plop of some substance dripping from another and shuddered slightly. Even though it was a much wanted and needed escape from the world of light, I couldn't help but feel a quick stab of fear whenever my mind played tricks on me, making me hear things that weren't there. I hoped my mind was playing tricks at least. I pushed the thoughts of the trickery of the mind into the back of my head as the real reason why I was down here swamped me. I gulped suddenly, as I felt the beginings of tears working up in my eyes. No I wouldn't think about that. I wouldn't.
I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end as a sound behind me made itself known to my ears, I froze my breath freezing in fear as my heart began to race, thumping hard against my ribcage with every beat. Now I knew I wasn't alone in the dungeons anymore. Not exactly a good thought when I didn't know who or. . . what was behind me. Not a good feeling at all.