Herbloodylife
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Her face was wet.
Under her eyes she had small opened cuts, the blood mingling with the salty water. A drop of scarlet rolled down her nose. A bloody tear.
Her hands hurt.
Her nails raked over her palms, drawing droplets of blood and with that blood she wrote a message on the wall.A bloody note.
Her scalp stung.
She combed her hair out behind her with her fingers, the blonde strands stained red with her blood.A bloody dye.
Her lips felt swollen.
She bit her lips and spread the blood like lip-gloss and she kissed under the message.A bloody stamp.
Her arms ached.
She cut her wrists with her knife, saved from her dinner and sharpened on her cell floor, and used the blood to draw a simple owl to deliver her note. A bloody messenger.
Her legs felt heavy.
She dragged the blade through from her thighs to her ankles. She drew the prison cage walls around the bird. A bloody cell.
Her stomach rolled.
She removed her tee shirt. She drew the steel across her stomach and used the blood to draw a window. A bloody escape.
Her body fell.
As she bled to death she thought about herself. She hated herself. She had hated her life.A bloody waste.
Her remains found.
The people in white found her body. They cried as they found her cut up corpse. Her face of hate. A bloody mess.
Her face frozen.
The lips held a last smile. The blood staining the walls told her story. She had torn down her prison.A bloody freedom.
Her soul had broken free.
Her blood told the tale of the caged bird unable to fly free. The bird had left the message and flown through the only exit left. A bloody death.
"No more does life appeal to me,
There's nothing I wish for more but to be free
From this bloody cage I'll flee
There's nothing I wish for more but to be free
Life is cruel, my mind and body have no harmony
There's nothing I wish for more but to be free
I have chosen my choice, happily
There's nothing I wish for more but to be free
For me to go to this measure, please see
There's nothing I wish for more but to be free"
And so she left the earth. Rising to oblivion. Destined to be free and happy in the finality.Her bloody life.
And so ended the insane product of hundreds of years of in-breeding, the infamous Bellatrix Lestrange, sentenced to rot in Azkaban.