here comes the sun {blakey

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Blood was tripping down her face from a gash in her forehead and mixing with the tears that were coming out her eyes. She was begging for him to stop. To at least let her live. She wouldn’t tell anyone. She wouldn’t go to the police. But all her talking just gave her another gash and a few more bruises. The whole time she couldn’t see his face just his eyes. He was so much stronger than her and there was nothing she could do to stop him. Her cries became whimpers when she felt her shorts around her ankles. Emilie knew she had to fight him away but he was just that much stronger. What could she really do?

Emilie jumped in her bed patting her head and arms to make sure she wasn’t bleeding and looking around the room to make sure he wasn’t in her room. That was the main reason she didn’t sleep and it wasn’t even that late. Probably only around ten at night. The night mare was just like the night it happened. When she was beaten and then almost raped. In her nightmare Em never got to the part where she hit the guy and got away. She always woke up before then. And like now she was wide awake and wasn’t planning on going back to sleep. She pushed her blankets off of her and got out of her bed. Not even all her room mates were in bed yet. Shaking her head trying to get that memory out of her head she slipped on her slippers and grabbed her house coat. To get her mind off of it she would roam the castle. It would be the best thing to do.

Walking around the castle wasn’t like walking around the streets of Liverpool. Sure back home she would have to hide from the police and her parents but here she hid from the Prefects. Not like she would follow their orders anyways. She thought they were more like bullies. Anyways Emilie just continued to walk around the castle wanting to smoke. Except she didn’t have any cigarettes with her at the moment. They were all back in her room. Alcohol would be a good thing too but again she had to think about what was good for her body. Not what made her feel good. After walking for a bit she went over to the wall and slide down it. Emilie could feel that she really did want to fall asleep but she wouldn’t do that to herself again.

[blakey24]

Jason Grey pulled back the sheets from his bed and shook himself awake. It took him some time to get back to complete consciousness. He looked out the window and saw a pitch black canvas lit up by bright stars in the sky. Jason was having a pretty hard time trying to get to sleep. Picking up his wand, he stood up as quietly as he could. Tip-toeing down to the Hufflepuff Common Room, he sat down in the comfortable, black leather couches furnished there. A chill went through his body due to the cold feel of the leather, but dissapeared soon.

Everything seemed quiet. Everyone was probably out with dates, doing homework in their dorm rooms, or out in the Great Hall. Times like these made him ponder. About his personal life, studies, and most of all...the night his parents were killed. Every day, Jason would have nightmares of the same scene of his parents dying. It occured when he was seven years old. On the dark night of October 13th, a couple mysterious, hooded people walked up to his beautiful house. He could still remember every single detail of it. Jason Grey was playing with his restrainment wand for young children in his room. His parents were worried because of rumors and threats. This was due to the fact that they were heading a new department in the Ministry of Magic to destroy new threats of the Dark Ages. Anyways...these two same people would creep up to the house and utter a spell. Suddenly, the house would go up in flames. Jason could still hear the screams of his parents...

Shaking the thoughts from his mind, he stood up with a groan. Using a Disallusionment Charm, he cloaked himself in invisibility. Silently, he walked out of the firelit Hufflepuff common room into the dimly lit halls of Hogwarts. Some of the Prefects and Heads were still up, but he did not bother about them. Occasionally, Jason found the unusual silence in the stone halls to be disturbing. Today...he felt as if it was necessary. Working his way up from the Kitchen to the Black Lake on the Grounds, nothing seemed to be able to disrupt him. On the other hand, time seemed to stop and he appeared on the Seventh Floor in an instant. Moving to the large, open window at the edge of the castle, he swung his legs over the edge and sat down. Looking up, he breathed in the cool winter night air. It seemed to revitalize him. The Hufflepuff shivered, but quickly came over the cold rush. Sighing deeply, Jason Grey laid his head back on the cool stone and stared up at the twinkling stars.

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Depression was something that hit Emilie hard when she was just around thirteen years old. After her brother was killed she never thought there was really anything that could make her life happy again. Being a witch didn’t do that since her parents hated her even more for that. Most of the time they wouldn’t speak to her unless they were yelling at her for being a whore, brat, bitch, etc. All the things that she actually wasn’t. Her parents drank and smoke so it was easy for her to come onto that habit. Alcohol made her feel warm inside from her mouth all the way to her toes. And the smoking well it was just addicting. Not an attractive habit but the smoke filling her lungs made her feel good. It was something that she needed. Em could live without the alcohol. But smoking? No. She didn’t even think she would ever give that up.

Popping pills didn’t come until like a year later. After she took one she noticed that it put her in a sort of trance. That everything around her felt fuzzy and she just turned numb. Like whatever she did she couldn’t get hurt. Words didn’t hurt her and sometimes physical pain didn’t even hurt her. Emilie really did love that feeling but after taking so many her weight dropped. If she would have kept the weight on probably no one would have noticed it. Yet her friend at first thought she had an eating disorder and that was what sent her to therapy. Em didn’t have an eating disorder she was just an addict. Addicted to everything except the real drugs. She just popped the pills someone could buy at the pharmacy. Pain pills. Anything to make the pain of her brother’s death and the pain of her being beaten go away. And after going to therapy she now knew that it really didn’t help all too much. It was all psychological and if she learned that she could get on without them she was cured. But what they didn’t teach Emilie was what to do when she felt that depression coming back? That urge to take more pills and wash them down with a bottle of jack.

Picking up her head when she heard footsteps coming she noticed a young man who was probably her age. Maybe older. Definitely not younger. And she didn’t know him. Well maybe Emilie did but her mind wasn’t as sharp as it should be at the moment. Those night mares did that to her. Made her think of the depression even more. And she was also a diagnosed insomniac. So sleep wasn’t coming tonight and she was actually glad she got a few hours of sleep before hr nightmare came into a full swing. And seeing that the guy didn’t notice her made her think she might as well talk with him. He didn’t seem like he would be rude and that was something she just couldn’t stand. Emilie hated when people were rude. She just didn’t see why it was necessary.

Standing up she walked softly on the cold floor to stand next to the guy who was looking up at the sky. It was a beautiful night and she didn’t yet join him sitting there. Just standing there looking up was enough for her. Because he might want to be alone and Em might have to leave. She has told people she wanted to be alone but no one ever took her seriously when she said it. “It’s a beautiful night.” Emilie said softly not looking at the guy but at the sky. Her hands tightened her house coat around her and she knew her rough accent stuck out. Being from Liverpool just did that to a young girl.

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Jason kept staring up at the black palette in the sky, being painted with light. The night sky never failed to impress him whenever he looked up at it. He could feel himself spacing out, but he did not care. An awkward, embarassing smile creeped onto his face. But it slowly reduced into a subtle gaze. The thing that amazed him the most was that some of these stars were vanishing and new ones coming up every second. Some were just ghosts of light in the past. Memories millions of years ago were still alive in them. And now...some were just disappeared in seconds.

Breathing in the cold air, it sent a rush down his spine and filled his lungs. In his mind there was nothing better than the fresh spring air of the late night. Suddenly, Jason heard the slow pattering of footsteps behind him. They seemed to get louder with every step. He knew the person was getting closer. His heart was pounding heavily. Of course Jason Grey was scared that it might be a Prefect, or worse, a professor.

All of a sudden...his heart calmed down into a slow, rythmic thudding. He did not care if anyone found him. Breathing in and out once each very deeply, Jason took a swig of the butterbeer bottle in his hand. Gulping it down, it revitalized his dry throat and quenched his thirst. The rush of sugar provided by the butterbeer brought him back to reality...kind of. Uh oh. Now Jason was going to get sugar high. This had been a problem for him since a young age. Simply put: He was a candyholic. Taking a piece of candy from his personal stash in his pocket, he popped it into his mouth and smiled in satisfaction.

Shaking his head, Jason Grey refocused onto the night sky. Within a matter of seconds, a shy, entranced voice entered his ears. “It’s a beautiful night.” It came from the lips of a girl. It kept ringing in his ears until Jason came back up to reality. "Yeah. It sure is..." said Jason. He was not talking to the mystery girl behind him, but just stating the obvious. Finally, he turned around and scanned the girl in front of his eyes. She was a small, petite girl with a fragile body. She seemed like a beautiful girl whose life was just messed up. That happened to him too... Smiling softly, he moved over and offered her a spot next to him. "Would you like to sit down? I definetely don't mind the company. said the Hufflepuff politely.

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Believe it or not Emilie was a rather friendly person. She did like talking to people as long as she started the conversation. Usually people who talked with her either thought she looked depressed, needed someone to talk to or asked some question about her life. Not many people knew how to start a conversation so they started to ask questions. Something that Emilie really did hate. They started to ask questions about her life. A lot of people noticed her thick accent and that brought up her home life. Now that was something she really didn’t want people to know about. The only people she ever talked about her childhood life with were with people she spent her childhood with. And so far there was only one person since her brother passed that knew her since she was a child. That was Marcus Harding but he dropped out of school. The idiot.

Since tonight was a nice night it easy to start up a conversation with the young man. It was a beautiful night and back home she would go to the park just to watch the stars. Only once had she ever seen a shooting star and well nothing special happened. Em of course did wish for something but you were never supposed to tell anyone what the wish was. And when she thought about what she wished for she thought it was pretty dumb. It never came true and she never thought it would come true. It sort of did but she didn’t think it counted when it came like nine years later. But who knows? Emilie didn’t think shooting stars had a time limit. A smile graced her lips thinking about watching the stars back home. The summer nights when she didn’t return home and just stayed in the park since she didn’t sleep anyways. Surprisingly those were the good times for her.

The smile stayed on her lips as she heard the young man agree. She liked it that he was just as entranced by the stars as she usually was. Her eyes seemed to widen as she looked up and saw the billion of stars. The same stars that she always saw when Emilie was back home. Out of the corner of her eye she him move over so she could sit down. “I’d love a seat.” She said smiling and swinging her legs over the ledge so she could also sit. This wasn’t anything for her since back home she did climb trees and when the time did come roofs. “I’m Emilie.” She sad looking over at him and giving him a smile. He said he didn’t mind the company so why not spend the night talking with him? Didn’t seem like he was tired. “Do you not sleep also?” Simple enough question. Emilie wouldn’t ask why he didn’t sleep. Those were the personal questions she didn’t like.