A/N... not much to say really- enjoy!
Disclaimer- Me? J.K. Rowling? No, I'm not her. I don't work for Warner Bros. either. I have no rights to the amazingness that is Harry Potter, I just love to write fanfiction :)
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15 year old Bellatrix sat on her bed in the Slytherin dormitory, hugging a pillow and talking to herself because no one was around to hear her cry.
"They don't know me!"
"None of them understand!"
She collapsed on the soft sheets, speaking through her pillow.
"They think I'm bitch! They think I'm a freak! I don't need anger management! Only filthy muggles need anger management"
She jolted upright, her tear-stained face visible in the mirror across the room.
"Pretty bitches!"
She stormed across the room to the mirror.
"Skinny bitches! I haven't eaten in two weeks and I'm still FAT!"
The girl fell too her knees, clutching her stomach.
"Two. Whole. Fucking. Weeks"
"IT'S NOT FAIR!"
Her hands found a grip in the thick fog of hair, and she pulled.
"Ugly Bellatrix! Fat Bellatrix! Evil Bellatrix! Bitchy Bellatrix!"
She mimicked the girly voices of those girls-
"You can't shout at people Bellatrix! That's horrible!"
"You can't curse people Bellatrix! That's mean!"
"You can't threaten to kill people Bellatrix! You're a bitch!"
She slowly faced the long, ornate mirror.
"I'm going crazy!"
"I get mad for no reason. I imagine people dying, painfully. I hear voices. And now... now I'm talking to myself!"
The girl, innocent and young, gradually stood up, facing her own reflection.
"I'm going crazy." She spoke to herself in a soft voice.
"Crazy."
"AND I LOVE IT!" She screamed, and she smashed the mirror, whipped out her wand and sent spells flying everywhere.
"I LOVE IT!" She smashed things
"I LOVE IT!" The mattresses of the beds simultaneously exploded.
"I LOVE IT!" She shouted at the top of her lungs, but the shouts could barely be heard above the breaking of everything around her.
The door opened.
"Bellatrix, I heard a commotion and I..."
But Andromeda's voice was cut off as she witnessed the sight before her. Broken tables and chairs, parchment everywhere, clothes, books, oddities, feathers, pillows, pieces of the mattresses, splintered bits of wooden beds.
And Bellatrix slowly spun round from her position facing the window. Her usually tidy hair was a thick black explosion. Her soft eyes took on a malicious glint. Her mouth was arched in a wicked grin. She marched towards her sister, stopping about a foot short of her face, before pulling her smile wider, and simply saying-
"I love it."
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A/N- Reviews? It takes like half a minute. You don't have to write a lot... just 'I like it' or 'I don't like it'... Of course, informative reviews are better, but if you don't have time, then any review will do, I'm not fussy... And I need reviews... the Death Eaters are coming for me... the only way to get rid of them is with reviews! HELP!