An Angsty Set Of Drabbles
Don't own anything! JK does! Well you learn something new every day, eh?
Reading Glasses
Tears spilt in an undeterrable wave from chocolate eyes. Hair that had only recently turned from frizzy to just wavy was a mess, trembling hands wrapped in the thick brown locks. Stylish reading glasses lay on the cover of a book on the bedside, its plot forgotten by the women sitting distraught on the covers of her bed in her light bedroom, sunlight spilling in through the softly coloured curtains.
She remembered how happy they had been, how much fun they had had at school, all the adventure.
Then, after school, the adventures of marriage and children and…oh Merlin how could he do this to the children?
Fresh waves of salty tears streamed down her face and fell onto the bed sheets, tainting all the beautiful memories of their children- sending them off to school for the first time, Christmas with the Potters and Weaslys, Rose's first steps…but this, this has ruined everything.
A sob escaped her body, despite her attempts to choke it back, and it was quickly followed by more and more before all control was lost, and Hermione threw herself , howling, onto the bed, head buried into the soft pillows which still smelt faintly of the man who had walked out of her life.
She knew that she couldn't carry on like this, the children at school, unknowingly carrying on with life when this had happened to her and their father.
He was gone now, probably living with her, some stupid blonde that she had never even met, but she still hated the unknown woman more than anything else. Anything.
"Anything…" She whispered the word feebly into the pillow and brought her fist down onto the duvet with a soft noise that she knew couldn't release any of the anger of pain in her heart.
"Anything." More tears tickled from her eyes, but she had no energy to carry on crying now. She could feel the dull sadness at the back of her mind, but her whole body, mind and heart were being saturated with blood-red, scorching hot fury.
Memories of her childhood sweetheart filled her mind, roaring in her ears until she couldn't bear it any longer- the first thing out of her mouth was a half-smothered scream, and the first thing in her hand was her book, thrown with so much force at the window that the glass splintered and cracked.
None of this was taken in however, because with memories that she never knew she even had rushing around her mind like a whirlpool, pulling her sanity further into its depths, the waterfall burst out of her in tears, in kicking, biting, punching, throwing objects, in tearing at her hair, in slamming the door on the way out.
The reading glasses lay with a broken lens on the floor, forgotten, just like the crushed women who had just slammed the door, leaving for the final time.
Review? First fic so… ConCrit please. Good, bad, should I carry on, or just scrap it? No Flames please. There are some angst -cookies sitting around waiting to be given away!