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He had no idea how long he had been hanging like this, feeling his blood gather in his head and make him feel so dizzy it made him sick. Every now and then it was as if the blood rushing by the inside of his ears, throbbing and as loud as a train rushing by, had a voice, whispering to him it was going to be all right. But it was so soft, and so surreal, that Draco only heard I half the time. It was comforting though, that his blood tried to calm him down. Since his parents weren't here... Since nobody was here...
Were those footsteps behind the door? Draco didn't want to know. If it was one of the men who hung him here, he was going to pretend he was asleep. If it was someone else... Too bad. Screaming made him taste the cloth in his mouth even better and that would make him vomit like before, so it was better to keep quiet. He could still feel sour remains of his last meal up his nose because the contents of his stomach couldn't make their way out through his mouth. It had taken him quite some coughs, sneezes and tears to clean his airways enough of that stuff to breathe again. Thinking of it made him gag, and before he knew it he was soaking the cloth with his vomit again. He arched his back as far as he could to try and allow the sour mess to drip from his nose with the help of gravity, but some got in his eyes and stung so bad he had to shut them. Tears welled up again and tried to wash out the filth, only partially successfully.
The men had told him they were going to send a letter to his Father, so they would get money and they could let Draco go. But that had been forever ago, and he hadn't seen the men since. Nor had he seen his Father...
Last time he did see him, he had taken the day off to spend it together with Draco, and Draco had never felt so happy in his life. They went to the park, to the zoo, to the cinema...
It was hard not to cry under these circumstances, so he started crying again, feeling his tears drip over his forehead and get lost in his filthy hair. He could feel he was about to soil himself again but he stopped caring about that an eternity ago; he was covered in his own filth anyway.
This room made him feel miserable. Very miserable. He closed his eyes, sore with puke, and tried to envision being out of here. He would be riding Madison now, the prettiest horse they had; his horse. Maddie... Not many 8-year-old boys had a horse of their own. The thought of her made him smile, even though he still hoped he would wake up from this terrible nightmare soon. Preferably with his mother sitting on his bed trying to comfort him. This couldn't be more than a nightmare, right?
So he waited.
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I thought this song fit perfectly with the story.
I used 'Draco being kidnapped' in a few RPs, and usually it doesn't end very well. =/ He lives, but that's barely positive when you consider he's so mad he can make the voices in his head do things simply because he believes they do them. (turn door knobs, lift things 'n stuff) Yeah.. :p
I kind of want to be a writer, but I LOVE altering existing characters too much to think of my own. xD
When the screen goes all blurry and fades, it's because he's crying.
I made this for Wiccan98. HAPPY BIRTHDAY BRITT! (July 29)
No copyright infringement intended.
I own NONE of the footage used.
I remember when I first watched this! The song gives me the creeps. Great video...I would, however, like to get into that crazy little mind of yours. LoL
treatsnsweets 1 year ago
@treatsnsweets LOL I'm not going to hold you back on that one! I don't know how to let you in though. xD Glad you like it, I'm pretty pleased with it myself.
dukedevlinluvah 1 year ago
LOOOOOUUUU RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRReed and Draco?
Gods, that video is awesome xD I just LOVE the weird combination of the song and the plot haha! It's effin awesome YAYA!
chickensuicide 2 years ago
Thanks!! XD I knew you'd like it xDD Thanks for your comment!!! :D
dukedevlinluvah 2 years ago