Only oneself can stop the hurting

by Vendelareader

He was hurting, hurting so much. His ribs were puncturing his lungs every time he breathed to alleviate the pain inside, or was it the burning need for air he was trying to relieve? A scream and a running leap to twist into nothing and disapparate.

10. To keep resisting

AN: New one!

Disclaimer: No ownership

Heartbeat, I can hear my heartbeat. Loud and clear. Why can't I hear her then? Why can't I hear mother's voice if I can hear my own heartbeat so clearly?

Something wet covers my cheeks, running down my throat to be sucked up by the robes. Leaving new tracks of the hurt that has been caused.

You're a muggle loving fool, not only do you befriend simple halfbreeds but MUDBLOODS TOO!

Humor me when I ask, WHAT WHERE YOU THINKING? YOU ARE A PART OF THE BLACK FAMILY TREE, toujours pour, REMEMBER!?

His fingers scrap against the floor, it leaves a mark. He scraps his nails hard against the wooden material again and again. Destroying it. He feels a smile tugging at his lips. Destroy it like they, like they destroyed you.

Scrap. Scrap. Scrap. Scrap.

YOU ARE A BLOOD TRAITOR!IT'S BEEN CLEAR FOR LONG NOW, but it's hard to give up hope on you own children. Luckily you're no child of mine for much longer.

Her voices tears at his heart and rings in his ears. His fingers continue to scrap at the floorboards, they're hurting him. The floorboards. His fingers are bleeding and he can see splinters, nasty splinters. Should he stop? No, not ever. He can't stop fighting.

Scrap. Scrap. Sc..

LET US BLAST YOU HAVE THE WALL SHALL WE? LET'S MAKE YOU DISSAPEAR SO THAT WE WILL AL BE HAPPY FOR THE FIRST TIME SINCE YOU WHERE BORN!

AN: I rewrote parts of the chapter(this was previously chapter 9) so I hope it's better now..