Inner ramblings of a perfect child
Authors note: I wrote this in about 10 minutes, it is un-beta read, it is rated R for adult content, so readers be warned. If I tell you the specifics it will spoil the story
On a good day I am a perfect child, no one could have a more perfect child then me. On a bad day I am a mistake, an abomination, not fit for the dungeons in which I am thrown.
On a good day, I am sober, my eyes are bright with fire and intelligence, my gaze intimidates those around me. On a bad day I am stoned, drunk, my eyes are glazed over, there is nothing in them.
On a good day I can ware what ever I want, that sleeveless top my mum got me from Japan. On a bad day I am confined to long sleeves and dark colors to hide the blood dripping down from my arm.
On a good day I eat, I eat till I am full and I throw up before desert. On a bad day I get scraps barley enough to feed a mouse, and I throw up but no desert.
On a good day, my stomach doesn't feel like someone has just stabbed it over and over again. On a bad day the doctor comes to repair the tares that have formed from throwing up all the time, and to stick a tube down my throat.
On a good day Harry comes and talks to me, tells me I am beautiful, I am perfect, and he is going to take me back to his life, and I'll be happy. On a bad day I am mean to him; he makes fun of me, and tells me how worthless I am.
On a good day, father doesn't come into my room when he thinks I am asleep and rapes me. On a bad day he does.
On a good day I am better then Granger and I can admit defeat. On a bad day I call her a try hard Mudblood, and watch her run off to cry.
On a good day I don't cry my self to sleep, on a bad day I do.
On a good day I don't wish for a better life, on a bad day all I want is to run away and never be found.
On a good day I am not destined to be Voldemort's whore, on a bad day I am at his side or in his bed.
As you can tell I have never had a good day.
Authors note: I wrote this in about 10 minutes, it is un-beta read, it is rated R for adult content, so readers be warned. If I tell you the specifics it will spoil the story
On a good day I am a perfect child, no one could have a more perfect child then me. On a bad day I am a mistake, an abomination, not fit for the dungeons in which I am thrown.
On a good day, I am sober, my eyes are bright with fire and intelligence, my gaze intimidates those around me. On a bad day I am stoned, drunk, my eyes are glazed over, there is nothing in them.
On a good day I can ware what ever I want, that sleeveless top my mum got me from Japan. On a bad day I am confined to long sleeves and dark colors to hide the blood dripping down from my arm.
On a good day I eat, I eat till I am full and I throw up before desert. On a bad day I get scraps barley enough to feed a mouse, and I throw up but no desert.
On a good day, my stomach doesn't feel like someone has just stabbed it over and over again. On a bad day the doctor comes to repair the tares that have formed from throwing up all the time, and to stick a tube down my throat.
On a good day Harry comes and talks to me, tells me I am beautiful, I am perfect, and he is going to take me back to his life, and I'll be happy. On a bad day I am mean to him; he makes fun of me, and tells me how worthless I am.
On a good day, father doesn't come into my room when he thinks I am asleep and rapes me. On a bad day he does.
On a good day I am better then Granger and I can admit defeat. On a bad day I call her a try hard Mudblood, and watch her run off to cry.
On a good day I don't cry my self to sleep, on a bad day I do.
On a good day I don't wish for a better life, on a bad day all I want is to run away and never be found.
On a good day I am not destined to be Voldemort's whore, on a bad day I am at his side or in his bed.
As you can tell I have never had a good day.