myra ; tom riddle

[18]

dream.

Something was changing in my mind. I could tell by the way the nightmares were changing. They were becoming darker and more violent. I was becoming violent.

I was in a room of snakes, and the walls were rotting. Every step I took, I stepped on a snake, crushing it. I was barefoot, so the snake's blood and insides seeped between my toes with each step. I was having trouble trying not to gag.

I grasped tightly onto the locket around my neck hoping it would ground me in the dream. Hoping it would remind me that I was okay, and I was only dreaming. It didn't.

"Keep going Myra," A voice hissed from the room. It sounded as if it was coming from all over.

"Go, Myra," A voice said from my feet. It was the snakes speaking. They were speaking from below me before I stepped on them crushing them. And, I understood them.

I continued walking towards the large pedestal awaiting me in the center of the room. The pedestal had strange markings on it, markings I had memorized in my mind. I no longer had the dreams of the snake-like men and the room of mirrors. Now, I was plagued with this dream.

There was a golden cup sitting atop the pedestal, and I swear I could hear whispers coming from it the closer I got. I tried to block out the whispers of the snakes and the crunching of their bodies beneath my feet. Instead, I tried listening to the cup.

It was a different object every time. I had once seen a journal and even the locket I wore around my neck now. But, now it was a goblet.

I reached towards it, hoping maybe, just maybe, I could grab ahold of it and the dreams would finally stop. But, I couldn't reach it. The world disappeared around me before I could.

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I gasped sitting up in my bed, grabbing a handful of sheets in my hand. I don't know why I thought that would help, it didn't.

From what I could tell in the small window of my room, the sun was already high in the sky.

Spencer no longer slept in the same room as me. When Brock had moved out after graduating Spencer eagerly took his room.

I wondered how Brock was doing. He had been in Auror training for a few months now, maybe he would actually make it. Then again, if Rosalie was able to he would definitely be able to.

I swung my legs from beneath the comforter and onto the cold floor. Coffee. I really needed coffee right now.

My legs still slightly trembled as I walked out of my room and down the stairs. I could not get past the feeling of the snake's bodies crunching beneath my feet, and their guts gushing through my toes. It was haunting.

"Good morning darling," Mother said whilst cooking bacon atop of the stove. She was in a good mood.

I groaned in response, scratching my head. I could feel how nappy my head was without even having to look in the mirror.

My eyes flickered around the table examining who would be joining us for breakfast this late morning. It was different every morning.

Spencer, Clive, and a random girl under Clive's arm. Of course, there was a complete stranger sitting at our dining table.

"Wake up on the wrong side of the bed, sister?" Spencer asked, clearly amused by how grumpy I looked. Over the summer his voice had gotten deeper and he had shot up about half afoot. He was still the same old chaotic Spencer, just a little taller and a deeper voice.

"Shut up," I groaned walking towards the coffee mug mother had already made for me. I caught my reflection in the coffee, and now I understood why Spencer was so amused. I looked like a complete mess.

I looked back to Clive and then to the girl under his arm. He brought girls over a lot this summer. Some muggle girls he had and some girls from school. It was absurd to be with so many girls, and not try to commit to one. I hadn't seen him with one girl twice.

Clive hadn't changed much over the summer. He had grown some stubble, but most of his physical changes had happened in his fourth year.

"You've got mail," Clive said pushing the letter on the table towards me. Clarisse.

I opened the letter quickly skimming through it. She always wrote about the same things, telling me about plants and asking how my summer was going. Each letter was so predictable. I took my time replying to her letters, maybe waiting two or three days before responding. But, we had made plans to meet at Diagon Alley and do our last bit of shopping together. At least I had agreed to that.

"I'm meeting with Clarisse today," I informed my mother while writing a quick reply to Clarisse. I didn't expect her permission. I wrote a quick 'sounds good' and then sent the letter off with the owl that mother had bought over the summer. I was surprised the bloody bird hadn't died from lack of attention.

"Oh, that's wonderful honey!" My mother exclaimed pulling me in for a hug. I smiled awkwardly, picking up a piece of bacon from the stove.

"Yeah, okay I'm going to go get ready," I said noticing that it was already noon, and we would be meeting in less than an hour. Leave it to me to be late.

so i'm not a big fan of face claims cause i like to really imagine who the character is but i really see myra as the girl below.

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