Taming The Darkness

Okay. The title is not 100% set. It could change.



Anyway, this is a chapter I wrote when I was about 12. I never got around to writing the full story. But I've picked it back up recently and decided to actually start it. =)

So I hope you like it.



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After the long confines of dinner with my demanding parents, the manor seemed dark and dreary, matching the atmosphere outside. After the dreadful dinner, I took the opportunity to flee to my quiet bedroom where I could be alone with my taunting thoughts of the past. Besides the steady drip of the rain, the entire manor remained quiet, dark, and still. Waiting until my parents were in bed, I sat in a pine-green padded, walnut-wood chair near the crackling fire. Looking around the room, taking in the grand four-poster bed with its black and green bedding, I allowed my eyes to wander, taking in the deep hunter green walls, walnut dresser, chest of drawers, full-length mirror, and writing desk. The lamp perched atop the dresser remained off. I rather like the darkness as of lately. It seems as though my soul is bound to a never-ending darkness.


Though the ambiance of the room seemed to match my feelings, I couldn’t imagine the events of this coming year. With all of my thoughts circling like sharks in my head, I began to drift into an uneasy sleep.

Upon hearing a noise outside my bedroom door, I rose from the chair and quietly strode over to the thick walnut door, waiting for only a few seconds before flinging it back on its hinges to reveal total darkness. Cautiously, I stepped into the night, only to find another door hovering in front of me. Looking around the pitch black hall, thinking how utterly ridiculous this place was, I turned to leave only to find the door I had entered through was gone.

‘Well only one way to go,’ I thought. Slowly, I walked to the door, eyeing it worriedly, wondering if I really wanted to know what waited on the other side. Pushing all the horrible thoughts to the back of my mind, I gathered my little bit of confidence and reached out to open the door. With conviction, I burst through the door, expecting anything…. But still saw something unexpected.


Looking around the desolate classroom, my eyes landed on a girl my age stirring the contents of a cauldron. Going to her side, my feelings started to get the better of me and I peered down, mesmerized, staring into the girl’s cauldron, watching the bubbling mixture turn purple. Suddenly remembering where I was, I averted my attention to the girl, observing the funky pattern shirt and jeans that seemed to cling to her every curve. She wore sandals with black toenails and a silver toe ring shaped like a butterfly. Her hair was a lovely shade of purple which hung in curls across her shoulders and down her back while a couple of short curls framed her oval face. She wore simple make-up; silver eye shadow, black eyeliner, and shiny lip gloss. Freckles dotted her face moderately, showing she loved being outdoors.


She reached up and tucked her hair behind her ear revealing more freckles on them. As she pulled her hand away, he noticed the black nails and the chandelier earrings. She was slim and lean with some muscle, and with larger breasts than her body wanted. She was a pretty girl for her figure. Fingering her hair she looked at it with a look of deep thought on her face, mouth to one side. She blinked and within a second her hair turned to a deep shade of red which was now above her shoulders and slightly wavy. Upon seeing this I stumbled backwards, shocked by the sudden transformation. Still, she looked rather… beautiful. I continued to watch her-for God only knows how long-until she tensed. Sensing the sudden change, I started skimming the room, trying to find the cause, my eyes resting on a dark figure in the doorway. The figure didn’t seem to notice my presence for his eyes were on the girl, burning holes into her back. He started to walk into the room, his cape billowing around him, while the entrance of the doorway behind him faded into a shadow to match the contours of the room.


When he reached the girl, he looked at the purple roiling concoction, then at her with a very disapproving glare.


“You’ve completely ruined your potion,” he said, staring down upon the girl’s head. “You know the consequences!” Looking back at her, I gave the figure a questioning look; the fact that she couldn't see me remained lost to my senses. I tried to decipher the nature of these punishments. I surveyed this man as he approached his desk, assuming he would find something or another in a drawer. Instead, he cleared his desk with a flick of his wand and motioned for the girl to come. Slowly she stood, looking at her potion, wondering what she had done wrong to make it such a violent shade of purple. Seeing her hesitation, the obscured man grabbed her by the arm, drug her and threw her on the desk.


“You should have listened to me,” the man snarled in terrified girl’s ear as he began to unclothe the both of them. I stood, stunned, rooted to the spot as the dark figure almost ripped the girl’s clothes in anticipation, leaving her in just her black and pink lace bra and thong set. Tearing my eyes from the man and looking at the girl, I was shocked. She didn’t even fight back or say ‘no;’ she was just lying there passively when I subconsciously noted that I was crying. To look at the girl’s pale, slender body elicited a tingle in the pit of my stomach and I was forced to avert my eyes to her face, making me feel a rush of emotions from horror, to sadness, to anger.


She laid on the desk naked, for her clothes lay in ruins on the floor, her head twisted to one side facing me with no sign of feelings on her face, silent tears rolling down her cheeks as she finally acknowledged my existence by whispering “help me”.



Feeling my anger rising, I began to run at the perverse man, hating him, and planning to kill him in the worst way I deemed possible, a slow painful death, and I would laugh. Just before reaching him, I was sucked backwards and into the darkness while the figure continued to do awful things to the fragile girl. The image of the young girl’s crying face lingered in front of my eyes as I fell into the nothingness.


Jerking forward with a start, sweaty and panting, I found myself on the floor of my room, about six inches from the fireplace. I heard the shuffle of feet in the hall and jumped up, darting for the bed, taking my shirt off in the process. As soon as I got into the bed, throwing a pillow aside to make room, a soft tap arose from the door and I permitted the guest entry. The door slowly opened, and I saw a figure step into my dark room: my mother. I caught a glimpse of her bed attire, which I would have blushed upon seeing any other time and looked away even though I was used to it.




Leaning against the doorframe with her left hand on the doorknob and her right on the wood beside her face, she dared not come closer. Clad in a silken, green, calf-length nightgown, her silver robe stopped just short of her ankles, her blonde curly hair reaching down to her elbows as she was half-veiled in shadows, except for the light of the dying embers in my hearth.


“Sweetie, are you alright? I heard screaming,” she said with a deep tone of concern I’ve never heard her use to address another human being.



“I’m fine mum…I just…..had a bad dream,” I whispered, trying to forget that horrible vision. ‘Wait… I was really screaming?’ Staring at me, I could tell she didn’t believe me.

“Well….okay. Goodnight Sweetie,” she said hesitantly as she turned and left me alone. Staring at what was left of the fire, the image of the crying girl refused to leave me. Looking at the clock on the wall above the fire place, I read 3:52 a.m. and I groaned as I flopped back onto the many pillows and stared at the canopy.

‘I need to get some sleep. I have to go to Diagon Alley tomorrow,’ I thought, but sleep never came.

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So tell me what you guys think. I'd really appreciate it. Hopefully I'll have more of this up soon. This will be the only chapter in first person. Mainly because this is how I wrote it about 8 years ago.

Please review. I'll try to have another chapter for you guys soon.