The Werewolf, The Witches, and the Magical Closet
(Sing with "If I Were an Oscar Mayer Weiner")
I wish I owned Harry Potter
For that would be very sweet
And Sirius Black would be alive,
Standing next to me
And if I owned Harry Potter
Remus would be in love with me
But since I don't own Harry Potter
Please don't try to sue me
(I am definitely the Queen of Cheesiness)
The Doorway to Hogwarts
A Door Somewhere Near Here The pounding of my ears echoed, as the silent screams seemed to ricochet from one side of my skull to the other, I fell the pain coursing through my blood. My eyes slowly opened to a disastrous sight, my step father lay next to me, cold, bloody, broken, and dead. A smile twitches at my lips, my step father married my mother when I was 4, and beat me since I was 3, while they were dating. You would think the abuse of a woman's only child would make her dump the guy, well not my mother.
In fact, she beats me worse then he, my step father being an idiot thought that he could just keep beating me with physical force, my mother being intelligent (but evil) knew she wouldn't be able to conquer over me seeing how I surpassed her in strength, intellect, and wisdom by the age of 11, used other instruments for my beatings. She was the one I truly feared, but my step father's the one I killed.
Last night my step father came home upset from he's stupid, low paying job, and was even more enraged when I informed him she was spending the night with her boy toy of the week thought he would have revenge by fooling around on her, unfortunately he had chosen he's victim, me. He softly pushed me against the wall and put he's hands up my shirt, I punch him in the face, flinging him to the wall opposite the wall I was on in our huge hall (taking part of my shirt with him. He staggered over to me, took my shoulders and threw me into the wall behind me I felt the pain crack through my head. He thinks he won so he started to stride away, I muster all my strength and hurl myself at him, landing on he's back and jerk he's head it as hard as I could and he fell dead. My injury finally registered to my body and I fell unconscious next to he's corpse.
I hear my mother open the front door and foot steps. I stumble to my bedroom, quietly close the door behind me and go over to my closet and buried myself in my clothes and, grabbed at the cross that hangs delicately around my neck and prayed
"God, Heaven sounds perfect and all, but I want to be at peace on earth before I rest in pieces. I want to live before I die. If there is a time you could answer my prayers, have my closet be magical and have the door to Narnia on the back of my closet. In Jesus' name Amen"