Disclaimer: Everything belongs to me except for Draco Malfoy and the Harry Potter Characters (Sadly)
It was on July 12th when my whole world came tumbling down. It was on this very day when I understood how much my parents hated me and how my life had just ended. It was on this day that I had realized I had taken my life for granted. Whatever of a life I had at least.
It was on July 12th when my parents betrothed me to a monster, to my number one enemy, to my worst nightmare…to Draco Malfoy.
I didn't like Draco Malfoy. I hated him, despised, loathed, disgusted with passion; that's how I felt about him. Just saying his name made my mouth burn and my blood boil.
I sat in the middle of my bed trying to not lose it. I tried to think of happy thoughts but I barely had any. I clenched my fists so tightly that my nails began to dig in my skin drawing blood. I couldn't take it anymore.
I slammed my bathroom door open and hunched over the toilet and vomited. I heaved out my breakfast and lunch, eggs and toast for breakfast and an egg salad for lunch. They were bound to come out anyway and right now were a good time. I sat down with my back against the wall taking deep relaxing breaths and closed my eyes.
How could my parents do this to me? How could they sell out their own daughter to her worst nightmare? How could they? I'll tell you how. They don't fucking care.
I slowly got up and paced back and forth in my room. I should run away, I should bloody fucking run away! I was slowly committing suicide! Out of frustration I screamed and began to throw my things at the wall. I screamed so fucking loud, I let all my anger out.
"Cecilia! Are you okay?" I heard my mother no I mean the bitch ask.
"Are you seriously fucking asking me!" I screamed back at her.
"Cecilia Annette Bonnaire! Don't you dare use that tone with me!" the bitch screamed through the door.
"I'm going to use whatever fucking tone I want!" and then my door burst open. The bitch stood there with all her glory; her raven black hair tied in a bun and wearing one of her customized tailored dresses. Her wand pointed straight at me; her cold blue eyes glared.
"Continue behaving like that and I will punish you," she threatened.
Normally I would back down and shut up but I had officially lost it. "Fuck. You." I said through gritted teeth and the next thing I knew was I was screaming in pain.
"Josephine, don't you dare bring her any dinner tonight!" she shouted at the house elf and then she looked over at me, "Cecilia love, you've got to learn how to face your fears," she caressed my cheek with her long nails and dug them in. I screamed even louder when she slapped me across the face. "Shut up! Your father will be home any second," and with a slam of the door, she left.
I lied on the floor panting heavily. I touched my cheek, the blood all over my fingers. I muttered a bunch of curse words and rolled under my bed and curled up into a ball. I cried myself to sleep.
