Disclaimer: NOT MINE.
Daphne, Seventh Year
-Slytherin-
got to be
Proud
there's no such thing as a
pathetic pureblood.
XXX
drink up, Daph, d r i n k your firewhiskey.
so you can feel something
(it burns so bad, going down your throat) cause
you're not even ice anymore
XXX
you want to care about this,
about how
lonely you think are.
but lately you just...
can't
make yourself feel it
XXX
you just want to die soon
but only if Astoria doesn't
cause Astoria, she's alive
and you know (even though nothing else matters)
she doesn't deserve to be dead.
XXX
so drink your damn firewhiskey
relish the momentary scream of your body as
it blisters its way through you
XXX
in class,
waiting to get caught,
but no one dares
reprimand
one of those pureblooded f/r/e/a/k/s,
a Death Eater's daughter,
a Slytherin.
