always
TW ⋰ torture , abuse , violence
☾ — You got troubles, I've got 'em too There isn't anything I wouldn't do for you 。.:*・
It's dark, cold-- something Cai has used to feel. Altogether it seems as if he’s back in 2009. When the people called ‘visitors’ with hats and robes come to the orphanage to chain him up. Beat his flesh and tear everything numb and order him to keep the ‘ability’ in. Yes, they didn’t call it magic then, they were afraid that the boy would think highly of himself.
An obscurial, they wanted to make him an obscurial, trying to find the switch to release the madness. But he didn’t break, doesn’t break-- even if the whole world collapses, even if there’s not enough red to bleed, even if his bones grind against torture. He will stay on his ground.
But it’s too much of a living memory for him to forget.
He wakes up with a gasp, a stinging pain piercing through his head. But he looks around, realizing that he’s not in the Slytherin common room, but outside-- right at the open field. It’s a place he’d unconsciously apparate himself to for freedom. There’s a sting going through again and he groans, a dark body of mass starting to grow around him. He lifts his hand to cover his mouth, not daring to scream.
He does not want to turn into a monster.
