A/N: A disclaimer: This is written for fun, not profit. I do not own anything except the plot. This is a drabble collection about Lily Luna Potter. They are written for the 52 Weeks of Writing 2013 Competition of AlwaysPadfoot.

come on baby, can you bleed like me ?

Razor blades are Lily's brand new toy.

She never thought she was the type to do this kind of thing, she thought it was reserved for annoying, depressed losers. Emos, she believes they were called.

But after nights of watching nauseatingly happy scenes - Teddy dancing with Victoire, Teddy kissing Victoire, Victoire planning their wedding - pretending her heart isn't breaking into a million pieces, and nights of stolen moments and breathless kisses, feeling dirty, used; she can sympathize.

So she slits her soft skin open and watches the blood trickle down her wrists, calmly sipping her Firewhiskey straight from the bottle.

With cutting, she gets to control the pain for a change. She gets to control when and how much it hurts. She can heal herself anytime if she gets bored of staining her pale skin crimson. She is in charge.

When Teddy sees her scars, he is horrified. He screams at her.

"What are you doing to yourself Lily ?" he asks, sounding repulsed.

"No, Teddy boy. The question is, what are you doing to me ?" She encounters calmly.

He looks as if she slapped him.

"We should end this." he says firmly one day, when he spots an unusually deep cut on her collar bone, clumsily healed.

She almost loses it. She trashes and screams and throws things.

"You said everything was going to be okay !" She screams hysterically. "You said you would figure out a way ! If we end this now, what was the point ? Why did you start this, just to have someone new to fuck for a while, a change of fucking pace ?"

He tries to hold her as she kicks and pushes and tries to bite like a rabid animal.

She ends up on her knees, sobbing into his chest.

The next day, they continue - whatever this thing between them is - like nothing happened.

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