I am a Monster, But You Created Me.
They were watching her
Everyone was watching her
It felt like …
She needed to get a hold of her emotions
Breaking down like this wasn't acceptable
She could hear her older sisters voice in her head
God damn she growled under her breath
She'd rather gouge out her own eyes than think of that
Bitch
This was not going to effect her
And if she said it enough then maybe it would come true
Composed, elegant, calm and invisible
This is who she needed to be
Who she was?
She wasn't ready to tread those waters, the cold would cut her
She walked slower, hating the noise her platforms made
Echoing sounds brought attention, unneeded
The laughter caught her by surprise and made her stop
It sounded youthful and innocent
"no, no" the voice said
Weasly she thought and even in her thoughts she thought of him distastefully
"Imagine Malfoy with her"
"I'd rather not" - the boy who lived replied
"Ugh, how can he stand her. Forget her voice, she repulsive to look at"
"Ron" the tone was admonishing. Ah yes the Mudblood
"What, she a hag I'm tellin' you"
They all broke out in gaffing laughter
She pressed her self deeper into the nook in the wall
Waiting for their laughter to fade
She slipped into the first empty class room she'd found.
How hilarious
How fucking hilarious
Why she just wanted to die of laughter
Or just die
Might as well get to it
Her bag slipped to the floor
Her hands reaching into her hair
Her mouth made a soundless scream
She could pull it all out couldn't she
Every last strand
Every last strand
To be nothing, wouldn't that be ideal
Pinpricks of pain shot through her skull
More
More
More
She stumbled and knowing she was going to fall did nothing to stop it
The cement floor cut into her knees
The blood was soothing
Oh, but what a hideous scar it would leave
She watched her socks stain
Not to be worried, she was a stain
Oh, maybe they belonged together
She could see the story now
The hag and her sock, a stained story
Laughter bubbled up but the sound was hollow
Was this the first sign of insanity
Wouldn't that be interesting
She could ask aunt Bella for some advice on how to make madness acceptable
Standing up she wiped her knees with the hem of her skirt
Tucking her hair back into place, she grabbed her bag
Never sparing a thought towards her blood stained socks
No one would notice anyways
No one ever did
It was time to go back to bed
She must have left her composer back on the bathroom floor.
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