experiments continued - you would scream - heart would stop - i nearly cry - and then you wake up again.

i started having nightmares.

the dungeons freeze me - i feel like a corpse - i woke up crying and found myself at your door - one look at the streaming rivers and i was at your feet.

you offered me warmth in your bed.

making me feel undone - i loved every moment and hated myself the second i woke up.

you'd ease my pain with your words and your spells - my back aches - spine growing dry - bruises litter my hips my jaw my throat my chest - you've torn four pairs of my tights and you don't plan on stopping.

addiction was a fickle thing.

you've dragged me through all the stages - first it was your eyes - words - actions - now your touch.

you've made me dependent - do you know how miserable that is?

no wonder you want to be alone.

but at the mere thought it shrinks back and you bloom forward, reminding me that no not yet, you need me.

i don't - i don't want to -

but then there it is - your touch - and i ache and i want more of it.

drown me in it.

moaning - searing - church bells ring in my throat as i bend against you - i wished to believe in god but instead i've fallen into the likes of the devil - i knew i'd like it better.

cause this is what you do.

harder - sinking - suffocating - my own black hole expanding each minute till nothing and no one exist. just you.

i feel like i'm dying.

diana - reality pours out and down the drain - dancing and swirling far away - i can't grasp onto it as you anchor me down - wrists pinned - legs shaking.

heaven's in my eyes as i look at you and i can tell you adore the sight.

why don't you want me?

a hiss cuts through the air - my hand slipped - a potion bubbling on my flesh - blistering - fingers twinged black and blue.

miss berkley are you alright? slughorn chimes, concerned. i rarely mess up.

yes, sorry sir.

he walks closer regardless, eyes widening at the sight of my skin quite literally slipping off the bone.

merlin's beard -

if you'd like me to take her to the infirmary? you chime. my teeth grit. at this point i'd rather tear all the skin off my body.

yes tom, thank you. he gestured for us to hurry along - i clutch the red limb to my chest - i hate you.

as i pass by your hand rests on the small of my back and i fear i might crumble through the floor.

the moment we're in the hall your fingers fist my jumper - pulling me to a stop and you grab my wrist - i wince - it hurts - you don't care.

the tip of your wand then digs into the exposed muscle of my palm - hand flying over my mouth as i scream - my eyes turn white with pain.

then i blink and it's gone - everything is - my hand is fine but my heart isn't and i'm numb.

what were you thinking?

i glare - it's not like i did this on purpose.

really?

i gape at you, who's the one dying every other night?

who's the one helping?

later that night i'm the one tied to the bed.