My Chance
She couldn't take it anymore. It was all too much. She could never be a perfect Delacour as her mom wanted her to be, just like Victoire. Neither could she be a perfect Weasley like her father always had wanted her to be.
They all demanded so much, little did they think about her. How about just accepting her for who she was? Was it so hard…
Dominique looked out of the window. When she was younger the world was so bright, full of colours and magic. Now a days it seemed more like a dark and shallow place. A place who was an endless hell.
It didn't help the fact that she were in Ravenclaw. There were only two people in the family who were outcast like herself. Her and Albus, who was in Slytherin. They didn't fit in like the rest of their family- the lions, the heroes, the bold and brave.
She looked down at her hands. They were shaking slightly. She took a few deep breaths. It was time. She had been waiting three days for the opportunity. Her mother and father was at France together deciding to get some private time away from home.
Victoire was out.. somewhere with Teddy and Louis was at the Potters.
She walked down the stairs toward the kitchen. There it was glimmering in the moonlight. Her mother's knife. She took it and stared at it with a hard face. She had no regrets and no doubts. She must be set free from this world.
She held out her left arm and started to cut… once... twice… too many to count. In the end she held the knife shakingly and in one quick go pressed it against her stomach.
She gasped, the pain too much for her to handle. She fell on the floor and laid down on her back staring up at the ceiling. The sound of the waves calmed her down and seemed to lull her into a deep sleep.
Dominique could feel herself slip away. She didn't know for how long she had been bleeding. Seconds? Minutes?
She blinked slowly, her body felt heavy, way too heavy. She thought it was the end now but out of nowhere a face towered over her.
She saw the perfect blonde hair and the light blue eyes.
"Mom?" She whispered the word slowly, the heaviness becoming too much.
She felt a light slap against her cheek and looked up again, realising who the person was.
It was Victoire with horror writing over her beautiful features. She looked at the verge of crying… wait she was crying.
"Vic…" Dominique looked at her and reached out for her but it got too much and everything went dark as she heard Victoire faintly shouting her name over and over again.
A/N: What do you think? Review ;) and hope you liked it. All mistakes are my own.