[ooc: Mmm, this'll be about 7ish hours after Veronica's post.]
Bella limped down the cooridor, hoping to whatever god there may be that she didn't run into anyone. She was sporting a black eye (again) and there wasn't an inch on her body that wasn't throbbing or completely numb. There was nothing she could have done, she answered the call of her master and didn't speak to anyone until she got there. Big mistake. For some reason, she couldn't lie. Not that she would have lied, the Dark Lord was impossible to lie to. Usually she would have just twisted her words to her benefit, but not tonight.
The Dark Lord had made her recount every detail of her kidnap and deforming of Diggory's father. He'd asked her why she'd done it without permission and why the body was left unmarked. He looked as though he wanted her to come up with a good exscuse, but she couldn't. She physically couldn't. Then, he punished her, even concealing her beautiful Mark "until she deserved to wear it again". She was devistated. He'd taken away the reason for her being, her cause. She had to get back in, but now was not the time for plans, now she couldn't even think.
She couldn't come up with the password for the Slytherin Common Room so she ripped the painting that stood guard off the wall, burned it to spite the boy in the picture who wouldn't let her in and screamed bloody murder as he ran away. No one heard her scream. In a full castle, no one heard her scream. She collapsed in front of the charred painting and curled up into a ball. Bella hugged her blank arm and dry sobbed herself to unconsicousness.
[ooc: OMFG, this about killed me. D: Someone please find her and help her. For me? ]