Daughter of a Malfoy Chapter 6.CINDY.2I was visited by sand-Onyx and sand-Finnian several times at seemingly irregular intervals, but I had no sense of time in my room so I could not be sure. After watching all of them turn to sand at my touch so many times, I started to wonder what would happen if I ever met the real ones. Would they disintegrate too? Would I become a pile of sand? Was I even real?Daughter of a Malfoy Chapter 6.CINDY.2 by froggy21997
I started talking to myself and singing to keep myself from having these thoughts. I did not want to give in to the insanity of loneliness. The guards did not ask me to shut up— they did not really speak to me at all— so I just kept at it. Having music in my head made my meals taste better too, even though I was always given water and bread. My stomach also stopped hurting.
But I could do nothing about the growing weakness in my limbs. My room was large enough to walk around in, but I had no energy to pick myself up and do it. I became increasingly attached to my chair, only leaving it to take my meals on the