Fanfiction: These thoughts of mine (Tom Riddle Jr., R)
Title: These thoughts of mine
Author: evening12
Beta: gamma_x_orionis Thank you for quickly looking over my drabble.
Main character: Tom Riddle Jr.
Rating: R?
Word count: 265 words
Content/Warning(s): (highlight for spoilers) *dark themes, mention of suicide*
Summary/Prompt: A step is just a step, until it becomes much more.
A/N: This story wouldn't leave my mind and for the first time in close to 9 years, I wrote a story.
[These thoughts of mine]
One step. One simple, small step. It would be that easy. His screams would be swallowed by the howling wind. If the rain ever let out, his body would be found broken and bloodied at the foot of the astronomy tower.
Nobody would miss him. Nobody would mourn him. Oh, the tragedy of it all would certainly shock and sadden some. His fellow Slytherins might feel his absence. With time, one of the boys, maybe Lestrange, would claim Tom’s power for their own. His Slytherins would follow another. It would be as if he never existed.
One step. One simple, small step.
These thoughts! These thoughts, they were all because of Headmaster Dippet. Tom had though, he had hoped to stay at Hogwarts for the summer. Hogwarts is not to stay open for the summer, Headmaster Dippet had stated. Summer at Hogwarts is not a proper way for a young wizard to spend his time, Headmaster Dippet had claimed. No Hogwarts meant going back to that dreadful orphanage.
And so, Tom stood high up in the astronomy tower thinking it would be that easy. One step. One simple, small step.
Once before such thoughts had invaded Tom’s mind. In the Common Room, Malfoy had mocked mudbloods' barbaric way of shaving with a knife. Again, Tom had imagined the ease of it all. The skin breaking under the knife’s pressure, the blood pouring and he would slip out of this world.
But Tom Riddle would never feel the blood drip from his wrists nor would he take that simple, small step. For Tom Riddle feared death.
Author: evening12
Beta: gamma_x_orionis Thank you for quickly looking over my drabble.
Main character: Tom Riddle Jr.
Rating: R?
Word count: 265 words
Content/Warning(s): (highlight for spoilers) *dark themes, mention of suicide*
Summary/Prompt: A step is just a step, until it becomes much more.
A/N: This story wouldn't leave my mind and for the first time in close to 9 years, I wrote a story.
[These thoughts of mine]
One step. One simple, small step. It would be that easy. His screams would be swallowed by the howling wind. If the rain ever let out, his body would be found broken and bloodied at the foot of the astronomy tower.
Nobody would miss him. Nobody would mourn him. Oh, the tragedy of it all would certainly shock and sadden some. His fellow Slytherins might feel his absence. With time, one of the boys, maybe Lestrange, would claim Tom’s power for their own. His Slytherins would follow another. It would be as if he never existed.
One step. One simple, small step.
These thoughts! These thoughts, they were all because of Headmaster Dippet. Tom had though, he had hoped to stay at Hogwarts for the summer. Hogwarts is not to stay open for the summer, Headmaster Dippet had stated. Summer at Hogwarts is not a proper way for a young wizard to spend his time, Headmaster Dippet had claimed. No Hogwarts meant going back to that dreadful orphanage.
And so, Tom stood high up in the astronomy tower thinking it would be that easy. One step. One simple, small step.
Once before such thoughts had invaded Tom’s mind. In the Common Room, Malfoy had mocked mudbloods' barbaric way of shaving with a knife. Again, Tom had imagined the ease of it all. The skin breaking under the knife’s pressure, the blood pouring and he would slip out of this world.
But Tom Riddle would never feel the blood drip from his wrists nor would he take that simple, small step. For Tom Riddle feared death.