a/n: so i haven't written anything really lately on ff, but i'm back i guess.
To be honest, this was more like random word vomit. But oh well.
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Written for the Ilvermorny Forum Pop a Balloon Challenge
prompts:
[dialogue] "Why should I be good when I can be evil?"
Word Count: 407
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People often wondered why she had turned, why she was who she was.
Her answer always was, "Why should I be good when I can be evil?"
Why should she help when she could hurt, why should she help those who had never given her a glance?
Perhaps in a way it was in her blood to be evil, but she had not always been like this.
Once upon a time she had been determined to not give in to the evil blood she had been born with, she had been determined not to turn into her ancestors, to not turn into a monster.
She had sworn that her blood did not decide who she was.
But after years of abuse, torment, learning, she knew who she was, she knew who she would be, she knew that she would be bitter over her childhood for the rest of her years, that it was what had turned her insane, turned her evil.
It was not her fault, it was not her blood, it could be undone, if only she tried.
She lied, it was her fault, it was her blood, it could never be undone. She could not undo the deaths she had caused, she could not undo what those boys had done so many years ago. She could never erase the yearning in her heart for someone that was long gone, no matter how much she tried to. She knew that her blood was the truly tainted, that she had the blood long tainted by evil deeds and evil thoughts, she was tainted, she was not enough to fight against it.
She knew she would never forget, that her deeds could never be erased. She had made too many mistakes that could never be erased. It was impossible to bring back those dead, her joy was long gone, only sometimes brought through the insane pleasure of pain, to her, to others.
Sometimes she wondered how she would've grown if this hadn't happened, if this hadn't been done.
Perhaps if she had had only one better thing in her life, all those people would still be alive.
Perhaps it was not her blood.
Perhaps she could've been different.
But Bellatrix Lestrange knew that nothing could change her past, anymore.
She welcomed the shock, the cold end of the Curse.
She relished the emptiness evaporating like her soul did from her body.
She knew that she would go on.