The Blood and the Drawing Room Floor

by Where the Red Roses Bloom

It doesn't end. No one would suspect it to happen to me. I'm strong and I can protect myself. But bad things happen to the best of people.

It all started quite innocently at first. A spell of sadness. Fear of knives and screams under my bed. Of torture that will never end. Of monsters with wands and knives not under my bed, but on a drawing room floor. My blood blooming like rose and spreads like a knocked over cup. It escalated quickly then. A pill will get rid of it. A rush of euphoria. A crash like that of Icarus. My friends never notice. Green eyes flash of concern for a quick second. The thought of "She's so smart, and in control! It couldn't happen to her, don't be silly!". And then that's it. I had high dreams, and ambitions. But what use are those when I have my friend! He follows me everywhere. He's dark as a shadow. He tells me "You don't need that come stay home with me!" And I do. Home with the memories of the drawing room floor and the blood and the screams and the laughs at my pain and the certainty that I was going to die! I never leave the house. I never leave my friend. And I never leave the blood and the drawing room floor and the ghost Malfoy Manor. I stay huddled up. This is where I belong. My friends have forgotten me. But the pills and the blood and the drawing room floor never do. I can smell the metallic tang of my own blood constantly. I can hear the ghosts of my screams. And the laughs and the looming, cruel face never leave. And the word on my arm will never leave. Mudblood. That is what I am. I am the tang of the blood, I am the screams in the halls. I am the plush carpet that was intended for guests but instead housed my never ending hell. I am the drawing room floor, the slur on my arm, and the friend that is with me constantly. It never ends. It will never end. I want this to end! I want my mummy and my daddy. But, just like my friends they can not. I want to be a young girl again. With hope in her eye and an idealist in her heart. I want to be her again. I want this to end. I want the blood and the drawing room and the stench of death that permeates the air and infects everything it touches and Fred's lifeless eyes and the unclean feeling I feel everyday to just...

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