Walk Away

`I was naive

Your love was like candy

Artificially sweet

I was deceived by the wrapping,´

She sat in front of the fire on a puffy chair. Her face was half hidden in shadows. It wore an expression of deep concentration. I´m not going back to him; I won´t let him hurt me anymore. I need to break free, she thought. Her eyes bulged with unshed tears. She stared into the fire for a few moments; then she turned away. Silent tears were streaming down her cheeks. With one slim hand, she started to wipe them away, but she stopped and looked at her hand.

There were small scares all over it from him. Whenever they met, he would leave his mark on her to show that she was his, his play toy. She was his plaything that he used when he wanted sex. When he had had a bad day and wanted to do something to ease his anger.

He had always used her for his pleasure, his playtime. He never appreciated her for being her and he never said, `I love you´. She had always loved him, but it seemed that he didn´t love her. He went out with other girls, but she was never his real girlfriend. In fact, she never recalled a time when he did anything to her that wasn´t harsh or wrong. She had known he was bad for her for the longest time, but she just couldn´t stop.

`Got caught in your web

And I learned to bleed

I was prey in your bed

And devoured completely,´

Some of these were clearer than others, they were some of the new ones he had given her the other night. When she went to him, yet again, she tried to stop herself again, but she knew she couldn´t. He was too powerful and addicting to her for her to stop her cravings. He had an allure that attracted her too many times and she always got hurt each time.

She looked over at the big clock on the wall. 11:45. He had always told her, ordered her to meet him in the empty broom cupboard on the fifth floor at 12:00 midnight every night. I am not going, I am not going, she told herself once again. Yes you are, you want to go. You are going, a voice deep in the back of her mind told her. She felt her legs start to get up, and soon she was walking towards the portrait hole. She climbed out of the hole, down the corridor, and then into another corridor.

`And it hurts my soul

Cause I can´t let go

All these walls are cavin´ in

I can´t stop my sufferin´,´

She found herself in front of the cupboard door. She slowly turned the knob and looked inside. She saw him sitting on one of the empty boxes in the corner. He looked up when she came in and he smirked.

`I knew you´d be back for more, Ginny,´ Draco said before he walked over and started to bite her neck.

`Walk away from.´