THANKS TO FEAR ME101 FOR THE AMAZIN BANNER A story of pain and sorrow, not intented for comfort or laughter...a story that remains untold, on of abuse and blood...telling of a shattered girl who learned to twist a heart of stone into one of warm gold. This is not a story for the faint of heart, nor the happy in spirit. But for those who are able to understand what it means to be hurt...to watch as a girl's spirit is shattered like glass upon concrete.

i have began the story. i have begun to tell you of this girl, this slave, this invisible person. this is how she lived. this is who she is, this is more of her story.

welcome to her world. This is what she became. This is who she finally is. Dead, alone, forgotten, broken, shattered, nothing more than a shadow in this world.

I continue with this girl's tale. I explain to you things that have not yet been understood. why Lucius malfoy is still here, and not in Azkaban. Why draco was not here earlier. and more.

He speaks to her, yes. A small moment that is only caught if you look closely to this story. Details that are oft missed must be found here. Pay close atention and you shall find the answer to your question. Keep reading.

Some say that the cutting silence of day is golden as the sun. Or black as the daring night. I say that it is grey, like the patterns of life that ever twist throughout our lives.

grey is for the silence that seems to shape her life. Grey is for the rhythm that calls her to keep on going. Dark is for the fear that ever knaws at her mind.

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Let's talk more to Señor Draco, shall we? find out what he has to say...

she explains something that cannot be understood

nicole's comin...

a moonlight right under the watchful eyes of stars.

can such a thing as love be forbidden to one who so desperately needs it...

"nicole" "draco. i see you havent changed" "i see you have."

slipping further into darkness, where none but herself can find the end to this botomless hole.

The saying goes, "like father, like son." though we may try best we can to escape being like our parents as much we can...its not always possible.

secrets can be kept, sometimes for the better and sometimes for hte worse. sometiems they go on untold...until it is too late to be saved.

She was born into a life of darkness, and into darkness she would stay. But there are some tortures of this owlrd you have never before thought about. She never knew her name.

for some they say that life isnt fair. it isnt. but for some unfairness etches teh very lines of their life, drawing lines on the parchment and weaving their story for them.

we can continue to say over and over again that we are not liars...but in our hearts we know that we are. such is the story of a certain blond.

"A grey wolf that once howled desperately to the moon. She could no longer hear his howl, nor taste the fresh blood on his teeth. Instead, like hers, his eyes were pale and dull. Her dream’s faint touch long gone. "

A smile is a fragile gift from someone quite so hidden. A fragile gift once broken, barely found again.

in our lives we are faced with so many different ordeals, each different and trying. but some we never truly get over. and they change our lives.

To the victims of Hurricane Katrina, may Creator be with you all. But alas, i must present to the public my story...here it tis...

I hate summaries. sorry.

Listen to these words. Listen to them.

This, I regret to inform, is my last chapter and as well the final words. The curtains now may close and the lights slow come to rise. But, unlike the famous Neverland, the audience shall not raise so quick to send thier words of praise to ring in the stadium. Instead i fear they shall remain to be seated. No applaus shall ring and no laughter sing. Instead, there be but silence.