Post by Hayley Blake S5 on Apr 13, 2009 15:08:32 GMT
((It was all I could really come up with.... You can take it wherever, I guess (:.))
Hayley was running. To what; she had no idea. Her heart was pounding in her ears, making a deafening roar in the background of her racing thoughts. No!, Hayley screamed. The dark walls were closing in around her and Hayley was starting to feel claustrophobic. As hard as she was running, the hallway seemed like it was lengthening. Hayley pushed herself faster and faster until she couldn't feel her legs. At full speed, Hayley's high heel of her shoe snapped, throwing her onto the floor face first and knocking the wind out of her. Vivid colours, too vivid for reality, surrounded the helpless girl.
Hayley Blake woke up with a start, like she usually did these days. Still, it took her a moment to realize it was another nightmare. No big deal; nightmares were a part of the daily routine now.
It was always the same nightmare. The same long hallway. The same sensation that made Hayley feel like she had to keep running. There was only one thing that changed and it was slightly amusing; each night Hayley seemed to find a new way to fall. But then the same colours engulfed her.
Reluctantly, Hayley got out of bed, deciding it was better to not dwell on the frightening dream. She took a deep breath and started the usual task of getting ready. Careful not to wake the other sleeping fourth years, Hayley styled her long, silky blonde hair in a fashionable side ponytail, put on all the necessary makeup-- foundation, mascara, blush, and eye shadow--, and grabbed her Potions book, planning on going to the Library to finish up her homework. Smirking slightly at her newly applied lip gloss, 'Snog', Hayley silently left the Slytherin common room.
Hayley checked her watch: It was 7:45 A.M. on a Sunday. By the time she got to the Library, only a few students were out and about in the corridors. Settling down at a table, she opened her Potions book and started reading. A few moments later Hayley heard footsteps approaching behind her. She choose to ignore them. That is, until Hayley felt a sticky, cold sensation on the back of her neck. Cautiously, she raised a hand to her neck and withdrew it quickly. She grimaced as she saw a black liquid on her fingertips. Oh my God, I'm covered in ink!, Hayley thought hysterically.
She turned to see one of her class mates Devon McKon, a fourth year Ravenclaw, with an empty ink bottle in his hand. Hysteria was soon replaced with rage. Hayley narrowed her eyes suspiciously, not able to read his face. Was this a foul practical joke, or an accident? Either way, Hayley Blake was sitting in the Library, beautiful hair covered in ink.
Hayley was running. To what; she had no idea. Her heart was pounding in her ears, making a deafening roar in the background of her racing thoughts. No!, Hayley screamed. The dark walls were closing in around her and Hayley was starting to feel claustrophobic. As hard as she was running, the hallway seemed like it was lengthening. Hayley pushed herself faster and faster until she couldn't feel her legs. At full speed, Hayley's high heel of her shoe snapped, throwing her onto the floor face first and knocking the wind out of her. Vivid colours, too vivid for reality, surrounded the helpless girl.
Hayley Blake woke up with a start, like she usually did these days. Still, it took her a moment to realize it was another nightmare. No big deal; nightmares were a part of the daily routine now.
It was always the same nightmare. The same long hallway. The same sensation that made Hayley feel like she had to keep running. There was only one thing that changed and it was slightly amusing; each night Hayley seemed to find a new way to fall. But then the same colours engulfed her.
Reluctantly, Hayley got out of bed, deciding it was better to not dwell on the frightening dream. She took a deep breath and started the usual task of getting ready. Careful not to wake the other sleeping fourth years, Hayley styled her long, silky blonde hair in a fashionable side ponytail, put on all the necessary makeup-- foundation, mascara, blush, and eye shadow--, and grabbed her Potions book, planning on going to the Library to finish up her homework. Smirking slightly at her newly applied lip gloss, 'Snog', Hayley silently left the Slytherin common room.
Hayley checked her watch: It was 7:45 A.M. on a Sunday. By the time she got to the Library, only a few students were out and about in the corridors. Settling down at a table, she opened her Potions book and started reading. A few moments later Hayley heard footsteps approaching behind her. She choose to ignore them. That is, until Hayley felt a sticky, cold sensation on the back of her neck. Cautiously, she raised a hand to her neck and withdrew it quickly. She grimaced as she saw a black liquid on her fingertips. Oh my God, I'm covered in ink!, Hayley thought hysterically.
She turned to see one of her class mates Devon McKon, a fourth year Ravenclaw, with an empty ink bottle in his hand. Hysteria was soon replaced with rage. Hayley narrowed her eyes suspiciously, not able to read his face. Was this a foul practical joke, or an accident? Either way, Hayley Blake was sitting in the Library, beautiful hair covered in ink.
