myra ; tom riddle

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Everything around me began to spin, threatening to push me onto the ground. I slowly spun in a circle looking around me, but with every blink, I took there was a quick green light. It was flashing my vision as I tried my hardest to focus on what was happening around me.

What exactly was happening around me you may ask? Well- that is a brilliant question.

There were cloaked figures standing around me, in a perfect circle. I was in the middle of the circle, trying my hardest to pinpoint a familiar face. But, instead, the cloaked figures had a black mist shielding where their face should be. Cowardly, in my opinion.

"What do you want?" I asked continuing to spin around in a circle.

Green flashes.

Cloaked figures.

Green flashes.

Cloaked figures.

It was a never-ending cycle. The more I spun around waiting for one of the figures to speak up the dizzier I became. I was on the verge of passing out at this point. Oh giving up to my own body did sound like a good idea at this point. Giving in and collapsing on the ground seemed like the best option.

The cloaked figures began to walk towards me, an instant jolt of energy rushing through my body. With every step forward they took, the tighter the circle became. Trapping me. Closing me in, unable to escape whatever hell I was living.

On cue, I fell to the ground frantically trying to scramble backward away from the cloaked figures. But, there was barely anywhere to go due to the small space they were allowing me. Slowly but surely closing in towards me.

I reached for my wand, instinctively, but to my luck, there was no wand in my clothing. I was defenseless to whatever beings stood around me.

I continued backing up, slowly. I watched the figures, making sure one of them would not suddenly lunge for me.

"Shit," I cursed beneath my breath as my back ran into the feet of someone, I assumed belonged to the black-cloaked cult standing around me. I looked upwards, but to my surprise, no cloaked figure stood in front of me. Instead, it was Riddle.

"Riddle? Where are we doing here?" I asked although the words coming out of my mouth felt as if I was learning to speak for the first time.

Riddle did not respond, instead, he did the unthinkable.

He swiftly grabbed his wand uttering "Avada Kedavra," without a single hesitation.

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Even after I woke up in the twin-sized bed, I could swear I saw green light slowly fading away from my vision, as if it was never there. My breath hitched as I grabbed tightly onto the bedsheets beneath me. It was just a dream.

How foolish of me to actually believe I would sleep a night without the nightmares.

I stared at the ceiling, reviewing what I had seen in the dream world. There had to be a reason for the repetitive dreams. Although, to my luck, they were getting more vivid and crueler every night. Leaving me tired every morning. Part of me believed I would never get a break me the haunting nightmares.

I slid out of the bed, my breath still slightly faster than usual. The girls slept around me, completely unbothered while they danced around in the fantasies at night. Whereas, I could barely get a few hours of sleep.

I slowly walked out of the room. My steps were naturally light and graceful (although I would not care if I made enough noise to wake my roommates).

I rubbed my arms hoping to produce more body heat as I walked towards the cold common room, but to my surprise, there was sweat dripping off of my cold body. Brilliant.