I could only lay here and stare at the ceiling as Voldemort slept beside me. I was so disgusted with myself for not seeing what was right in front of me and letting me self be caught in a trap that was set in plain sight. No matter how hard I tried to lift the charm on me that only allowed me to meditate in the netherworld I couldn't lift it. I guess I should confront my demon in the netherworld where I have caged it. Ugh being stunned made it hard to meditate. I began to feel Voldemort shift beside me, I quickly pretended to sleep as he awoken from his long nap(and I mean a 6 hour nap in the afternoon) "good evening my dear" he told me as he awoke. How the blood hell did he know I was awake? "my dear I know everything and to answer your question I knew you were awake because I simply entered your thoughts" he told me as he lifted the stunning spell. " keep the hell out of my head" I furiously said as I jumped out of the bed not wanting to be near him for another second. His eyes began to burn a deep crimson red color. He got out of the bed and walked over to me then roughly grabbed my wrist in both of his hands "you are mine and I will do to as I please , do I need to provide a demonstration little lion" he said as his grip strengthened on me sure enough to leave a bruise. A sickening smile plastered itself on his face "do I my dear" he said. Suddenly I knew exactly what he had in mind " No!" I screamed trying to escape from his grasp. No matter how hard I struggled he kept his steal grip on my wrist. "Lets me go you sick bastard", I shouted with an angry scared and determined look on my face. "My dear I will never let you go you are mine and sooner or later you will accept it" he said bringing his face closer to mine. "Never!" I shouted. I rammed my head against his nose wanting to break it. Thankfully he let go of me but left a painful red mark that was sure to bruise by morning. I quickly rushed to the door only to find it locked, I then tried the window but it too was locked. I tried to break the glass with the lamp but the only thing that broke was the lamp itself. Suddenly I felt a cold hand on my shoulder and spin me around so I came face to face with burning red eyes and a bloody face that belonged to Voldemort. I gulped and braced my self for whatever punishment he had in store for me. I was then thrown on to the ground and cursed for what seemed like hours. " You will learn your place you ungrateful brat " he spat. As I tried to get back up he slapped me back down busting my lip. " Did I say you could get up? No I don't think I did. Looks like I'm going to have to start breaking you and I have many methods in mine little lion" he said with a grin that seemed to go from ear to ear. He then kneeled down beside me and grabbed a fist full of my hair "Now then little lioness how about we try a few of those methods now" he said. My mouth was overflowing with blood and I spat all of it right in his face "do what ever you want but I will never break I don't care what you do to me anymore I have nothing left" I said laughing " he then slammed me down on the ground as I lay there laughing. He then got up and started walking to the door. Just as he was about to close the door and walk out he said, " that is where you are wrong little one though you may think you have nothing left you still have your innocents" and then he left.

I could on sit there mouth open in pure shock. For the first time in my life I was truly scared I was never this scared when my father would beat me I was never this scared when he tried to rape me… would Voldemort really try to rape me? Would he really try to take what little purity I had left? I had never feared him ever before in my life … All of my life I had trained to fight him in a physical battle with fist wands and spells, but I had never had to face the horror of him wanting to fuck me. I cant believe this, I don't want this to be true, it cant be. Get yourself together Clara! I yelled at myself in my head. You will not be weak because of one man! Stand up and fight this fear beat it down! I stood up and looked at the pure blood from me that was in a pool on the floor a single drop fell from my mouth and fell in the pool causing a rippling effect to happen. I walked to the bathroom to see the damage he had done to me. I slowly opened the door as more blood dropped from my mouth. The bathroom was bigger than my bedroom was back at my house, the bath tub looked as big as a small pool, the toilet was strange looking, the handle was a foot peddle and the toilet was in a oval shape with no back to it, finally I look at the sink which was thankfully normal. I looked in the mirror and saw what Voldemort's so called punishment had done to me. My face was decorated with slashes of red and beads of blood. My lip was busted from where he had slapped me, my mouth was dripping with blood. Such a dark shade of red was pooling in the sink. I ran my index finger through the pool smearing it along the sink. I looked up at my reflection and wrote my mark on the glass… then I smashed my hands into to glass shattering it into a million pieces. I saw that one jagged piece remained in the mirrors frame. There it was laughing at me. An evil grin was on her face as she threw her head back and laughed at me. " give up you idiot, let me free embrace me!" , she yelled at me " You cant win I am a part of you I Am YOU!", she shouted. "NO! Never! You are not me and you never will be, You're a monster and I am not" I defiantly yelled. I threw the shampoo bottle at the last piece and shattered. It has been forever sense I have seen her in my reflection… I had never seen her so angry before … she has to be getting stronger that is the only explanation I have for this. My demon is now coming for me in old ways she never bothered with before. Though she was right about one thing… she is inside of me and I will never be rid of her.

Unfortunately I was not able to heal myself with the charms that Voldemort had placed on the room what has become my new prison. Blood ran down my hands, and I didn't even attempt to try and stop the bleeding. I decided to take a bath to clear off all of the blood because it was beginning to itch. I turned the knobs on the tub letting the hot water flow in the stub creating steam in the bathroom. The hot water relaxed me and soothed the pain that I felt on every inch of my body. Slowly I could see the water start to turn a reddish pink color from all of the blood I was covered in and was getting darker from all of the fresh blood pouring out. I still had shards of glass in my hands and quickly pulled them out. This only caused new wounds to spill more blood into the now blushed water. I just sat there letting the blood flow, I didn't care how much blood I lost I cant die. Well at least not from blood loss no, I self regenerate quickly only reason I cant close my wounds is because of these damned charms on the room. The water was now turning a light shade of red and all I did was stare off into nothing. Bad memories came from this color, memories that came from my messed up life.

"Maria are you ok" I asked my best friend. "Yeah I'm ok" she told me. "You don't look like it your just staring off into nothing like you're in a trance or something", I told her. " I promise Clara I am fine", she told me trying to fake a smile. She has had it really rough these past few months. Her mom and dad are getting into a divorce and she has to decide whom she wants to live with and her parents keep pressuring her into choosing one of them. That's not all either; she has been dealing with being bullied by the other girls. I try to help out there as much as possible, but I cant save her all the time and I hate that I cant. The worst part of all of this is so mind torturing that I try not to think it really happened, my best friend was raped in a ally in a small muggle town. It was my entirely fault if only I had been there when she asked me to go to the movies with her, but I couldn't my mom had me under strict lockdown and I could leave. I blame my self for not trying hard enough to go to her and be there with her to save her. "I'm going to take a bath", she told me as she got up. "ok" I said," I will see you down in the common room when your done." As time went by I got worried, but I brushed it off as her just wanting to relax and have time to herself. After an hour I went to go and check on her. I walked up the stairs to our dormitory and them to the dormitory washroom and knocked on the door. " Hey Maria are you ok" I said in a bit of an anxious tone. I waited a bit but had no reply I began to get a bit scared of what might of happen to her. "Maria!" I shouted and began to bang on the door. Finally I kicked down the door to behold a sight that would forever haunt me. "Maria!" I screamed as hot tears began to stream down my face. There lied my best friend the girl who I had known all of my life sitting in a pool of red in one of the tubs. Her face was as white as snow and looks as if all the blood had drained from her face. Her wrist had four deep cuts still dripping blood on each arm. One arm lay in the tub and the other lied on the side with fresh blood falling down her arms into the tub and droplets of blood falling on to the side of the tub onto the one white tile flooring in a small pool. I slowly walked over to the tub that contained my now dead friend who over time became like a sister to me. I was half a foot away when I fell to my hands and knees and cried over the pool of blood I mustered the little confidence I had left to go to her side. I reached the tub and grabbed onto her wrist and tried to clean off the remaining blood on her wrist. I finally looked at her face. Her eyes were open no longer holding that light and happiness that once filled her baby blue eyes. Her rosy red cheeks were now as pale as a ghost the lips that once produced so many jokes and smiles now were sealed forever. My tears now began to mix with the blood and water. I wanted to join her and die with her be with her where ever she may be now. I picked up the knife that she had used to slit her wrist and began to slice mine so we could laugh together again. Though no matter how many times I cut my wrist they would imminently begin to heal. I then let out a cry of despair and pain letting hot tears fall down my face and mix in the tub water that contained blood. A poor first year came to the sound of my cries and saw the horrific scene that was displayed before them. After that my best friends dead lifeless body ways carried away, leaving me alone with this terrible memory and me on the floor in my best friends blood.

I then was pulled out of the water and out of my thoughts and forced to meet two very angry red eyes…

oooooooo cliff hanger looks like someone is pretty angry with clara ….

Clara: who is it ?

Me: you will have to see

Clara: hey thats no fair

Voldemort: i think i can guess who it is

Clara: tell me! who is it!

Voldemort: nope you will have to see my little lioness

Clara: grrrr

Me: hey no growling, well till next time peps ^.^