Greatest Fear
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Category:
DarkFic › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
7
Views:
3,266
Reviews:
8
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Greatest Fear
AN: It\'s been ages since I last worked on this story, but I\'ve decided to begin working on it again. I\'m going to add chapters and the like! YAY!!! Also, I just got another review! It\'s amazing how nice you people are. (That\'s why I\'m doing the chapters...as a reward...teehee!) I\'ll ge started today!
AN: This a story about an original character based on me. It’s not exactly a self insertion, but… Anyway, the rating is due to later chapters, and it may or may not be changed if I decide to add a “steamy scene.” O.K. On with the story.
Disclaimer: Thank you JK Rowling for inspiring this story with your stories. None of this is actually \"Harry Potter\", but It was inspired by the books. It was originally a fan fic, but I rewrote it and now everything is mine. Please don\'t use this story on anyother site without my permission... Thanks!
Chapter 1
Worst Fear
It was late and I was lying on my bed in a room at St. Maria\'s, a home for disturbed teens. This was my fourth suicide attempt and they had finally decided to keep me there until I “found the error in my thinking.” I was furious because once again I had been thwarted in my attempt to die the way I chose, and yet, something was different this time. I was terrified.
For three years now I had been suffering from a deep depression; since the day I witnessed my parents killed in an accident. I will never forget that day; my mothers face as she pushed me out of the way of … I don’t remember what happened. All I remember are their faces… I think that’s what scares me most. I don’t even know what killed them…
I blinked tears from my stinging eyes as a young nurse walked into my room. She was there to make sure I drank the foul tasting medication that would make me fall into a deep and dreamless sleep. Not that I needed it, I was exhausted.
“Good evenin’ Amaya.” Her cheerful voice sickened me. I was tired of everyone’s forced happiness around me.
“Better drink up! Don’ wanna have ta bring in that old hag now do we?!” She chuckled at her little joke. I merely scowled and drank the proffered cup. Almost immediately I was asleep.
…
I was walking slowly down the halls of my ward, the young nurse from the night before by my side. I kept clenching and unclenching my fists in order to keep from running away in terror. They called it “therapy” I call it “torture.” I wanted no more pills, no more hypnosis, no more whatever it was they were doing! I wanted to leave! I wanted to scream! I wanted to have a choice about the way I was liveing and dieing! I didn’t want to die like my parents! I wanted so much to just be left alone!
And suddenly…I was.
There were no patients, no young nurse to keep me from running, only the cold fear coursing through my veins like a living thing. The room seemed to tilt to one side I wondered at the way the world suddenly seemed to warped.
The pain was excruciating. My head was pounding, my eyes were stinging, and someone was screaming! Why were they screaming?! It hurt my head for them to scream…so loud… Then; hands. Hundreds of hands! All at once.
Then; a soothing voice. It was my mother.
…
I awoke exhausted and in a cold sweat. I felt as if I had been run over by a truck. Struggling to sit up without passing out I was met with a taunting voice.
“Ah, ickle Maya gonna fall? Maya want to hurt herself? You ungrateful BITCH!” The last sentence was spat out through clenched teeth and I nearly cried out in fear. It was my elder brother, Daemon…
AN: If you like the story so far, please review and let me know!!! : )
AN: This a story about an original character based on me. It’s not exactly a self insertion, but… Anyway, the rating is due to later chapters, and it may or may not be changed if I decide to add a “steamy scene.” O.K. On with the story.
Disclaimer: Thank you JK Rowling for inspiring this story with your stories. None of this is actually \"Harry Potter\", but It was inspired by the books. It was originally a fan fic, but I rewrote it and now everything is mine. Please don\'t use this story on anyother site without my permission... Thanks!
Chapter 1
Worst Fear
It was late and I was lying on my bed in a room at St. Maria\'s, a home for disturbed teens. This was my fourth suicide attempt and they had finally decided to keep me there until I “found the error in my thinking.” I was furious because once again I had been thwarted in my attempt to die the way I chose, and yet, something was different this time. I was terrified.
For three years now I had been suffering from a deep depression; since the day I witnessed my parents killed in an accident. I will never forget that day; my mothers face as she pushed me out of the way of … I don’t remember what happened. All I remember are their faces… I think that’s what scares me most. I don’t even know what killed them…
I blinked tears from my stinging eyes as a young nurse walked into my room. She was there to make sure I drank the foul tasting medication that would make me fall into a deep and dreamless sleep. Not that I needed it, I was exhausted.
“Good evenin’ Amaya.” Her cheerful voice sickened me. I was tired of everyone’s forced happiness around me.
“Better drink up! Don’ wanna have ta bring in that old hag now do we?!” She chuckled at her little joke. I merely scowled and drank the proffered cup. Almost immediately I was asleep.
…
I was walking slowly down the halls of my ward, the young nurse from the night before by my side. I kept clenching and unclenching my fists in order to keep from running away in terror. They called it “therapy” I call it “torture.” I wanted no more pills, no more hypnosis, no more whatever it was they were doing! I wanted to leave! I wanted to scream! I wanted to have a choice about the way I was liveing and dieing! I didn’t want to die like my parents! I wanted so much to just be left alone!
And suddenly…I was.
There were no patients, no young nurse to keep me from running, only the cold fear coursing through my veins like a living thing. The room seemed to tilt to one side I wondered at the way the world suddenly seemed to warped.
The pain was excruciating. My head was pounding, my eyes were stinging, and someone was screaming! Why were they screaming?! It hurt my head for them to scream…so loud… Then; hands. Hundreds of hands! All at once.
Then; a soothing voice. It was my mother.
…
I awoke exhausted and in a cold sweat. I felt as if I had been run over by a truck. Struggling to sit up without passing out I was met with a taunting voice.
“Ah, ickle Maya gonna fall? Maya want to hurt herself? You ungrateful BITCH!” The last sentence was spat out through clenched teeth and I nearly cried out in fear. It was my elder brother, Daemon…
AN: If you like the story so far, please review and let me know!!! : )