Sweet girl, don't you see?
What we have is meant to be.
Work is tiring. Moving is tiring. Living is tiring. Day after day, the same routine. After the war, everything changed. Harry became an Auror, married Ginny, and he's happy. Content. We talk twice a week. Ron is M.I.A. I haven't seen him since Harry's wedding. No, we're not together. I live alone. I am alone.
I shall hold your hand, as we leave this land.
You must be scared, but you will not be shared.
You could say I live a boring life. It'd be an understatement, but pretty spot on. I live in secret, only Ginny knowing its location. Barricaded by protection spells. I live in fear. Yet, fear is oddly peaceful.
You belong to me, can't you see?
You are mine to claim, but they are to blame.
I wear modest clothing. Always long sleeved blouses. Never short sleeves. For, if anyone were to see my cuts, I'd be sent to St. Mungo's. I don't know how I'd handle that. Being known as the member of the Golden trio, who couldn't handle it. But I was the one tortured. The one who had the scars.
For the blood on the bed, and the tears that you've shed.
For the way that you fell, but I will not compel.
I remember my first nightmare. I was in Malfoy Manor. That damned household. They fell apart after the war. Lucius died. Narcissa lives alone. And Draco? He moved to America. I still remember how we became friends. Both of us bitter. Hateful. Friends.
I will give you a small push, but oh please won't you shush?
If you silence your screams, I promise good dreams.
I scream. I cry. I cut. I bleed. I am human. We conflict pain. My pain just happens to be directed at the two people who were supposed to be my best friends. Ha. Friendship. There is no such thing.
Oh dear girl, can't you see?
What we have is meant to be.
I have tried to commit suicide. It hasn't worked. I don't regret my hateful actions. I wish I was dead. I wish terribly that I was. I have nothing to live for. My fear, my hate and my pain fuels my fire. I am not Hermione Granger.
You have always belonged to me.
I'm just Death's sweet girl. I am no one.
