Someone I Once Knew
You were my best friend. My younger sister; the Ravenclaw to my Hufflepuff.
You were clever, beautiful and strong. So strong.
But not strong enough.
I know you despised yourself. I know you looked in the mirror; stepped on the scales each morning, yet still hated what you saw.
You were too fat, too fat, you said, and the numbers were too high, too high.
I know I didn't help. I know you were constantly being overshadowed by me – Victoire, first-born, a beautiful, perfect prodigy.
I know you needed to change that.
I know you skipped meals each day to purge in the girls' bathroom. I know you excused yourself from social outings to Hogsmeade, the likes of which were so very likely to revolve around the calorie-loaded Honeydukes, by claiming you felt 'a bit off.' You were 'studying.' You had a 'ton of homework to do.'
I know you rapidly lost weight. I know you thought it wasn't good enough; and it didn't show; and that nobody could see, but we could.
I could.
I know, eventually, when it started to take over your life, that you wanted out.
I know you cut yourself, destroyed yourself, searching for Death.
I know you thought He was being unfair, keeping you here on Earth, when you were dying in a nightmare.
I know that my whispered, secret prayers clashed terribly with your whispered, secret prayers.
I know I was being selfish.
Give life or take life, they were His only options.
He could only answer one of us.
I know we both wanted different things.
I know that on the eighteenth of February Rose screamed the castle down. I know she found you first.
I know that you had slowly slipped away.
I know I miss you. I know I need you. I know I want you here more than anything. I know I should have saved you; should have gone back in time and stopped you before it was too late.
I know I loved you.
I know I still do.
Dominique.