Five Lines
Line Five
Finally here and now the fifth cut. She slowly pressed the sliver blade against the white of her skin and watched as the deep blood leaked from the skin and began to drip hotly across her arm. Black clouded the outskirts of her vision a mixture of the smoke, alcohol, and cut. Lily didn't even hear the door to the tower open, so she opened her eyes wide hoping to last another few seconds before she knew the black spots in her vision would cloud over.
She let out a loud scream to the heavens, a scream filled with anguish, terror, and pain. Then it was gone, left with a defending silence as the small girl slumped against the wall, passed out.
Noise, was all she heard. The screeching of the evening owls, flying down from the opening in the great hall ceiling, the chatter of nightly gossip coming from all different tables and bouncing off of the stone walls. Noise. The little white letter dropped from the sky right onto her small meal, of bread and cheese and a little fruit.
She opened it slowly and with shaky hands, the ministry seal was very disturbing. Lily read the letter slowly, a numbness spread throughout her body, denial strongly pounding in her mind.
She stood up slowly; heat pricking behind her eyes, and emotion clogging her throat and staunching her breathing.
She walked slowly around the castle her eyes blinded by pain, and her heart the only sound in her ears. Eventually she made it to the highest tower, and she felt around before she pressed a small stone, opening a small opening; where she took out cigarettes, a lighter, and a bottle of firewhiskey.
She couldn't believe it…her parents…dead.
The only people she could trust anymore…had been killed by Voldemort.
Right then she decided that she would do whatever it takes…to kill the evil monster that murdered her parents.
She would do whatever it took to avenge them.
The pain she was feeling was blinding and she needed her release, she needed that release like a drug. She was an addict and she hated herself for it…but no one could help her.
She felt like no one should, and they wouldn't even try.
She lit her cigarette and took a swig of her whiskey…the pain slowly ebbing away.
So she cut her arm once more…the last time, but she didn't know that; and this time she let out a scream. One that hurt her throat and stung her gut, but it was over…it was all over.
The last line, those lines were a symbol of her past…the person she was before her heart was healed…so it wasn't the end.
It was only the beginning.