Dangerous girl
WARNING: CONTAINS MENTIONS OF MENTAL ILLNESS
I run. My blood pounding in my veins. My hearts beating so hard it could fall off my chest. My head is reaped apart from the voices giving me mixed orders, confusing me, making me ill. The voices aren't real, I try to tell myself. You know they aren't. You know it since the age of ten, when they started screaming in your head, when they started ruining what could have been your life.
I'm still running. My feet blister and bleed, my face covered in sweat, my chest hurting, desperately asking for air. I can't breathe, yet I still run. My inability to breathe now is a temporary state' if they catch me it will become a constant reality.
I don't know who "they" are. I just know I am in danger. I know they want to kill me. I know I have to keep running.
Suddenly I trip and fall. I taste the metallic taste of my own blood as it runs across my cheek. That's it. They are going to kill me.
I close my eyes...
And when I open them in lying in a bed that somehow seems known, feels safe. Some kind of magic, is my first thought. They make me feel safe to reveal everything I know.
What do I know? I don't remember. I just know I must not tell the young woman with the considerate face standing above me. Or I'm gonna get in big trouble.
"Bella?" she asks me, her voice full of love and care. "Are you alright hun?"
Who is this impertinent little girl calling me by my first name? I only know two things about her: she is honest. She really loves and she really cares. But I should never tell her.
Tell her What? I still don't remember.
"Baby? Are you alright? Answer, you're making me worry!" she looks at the verge of tears.
Hermione. Hermione Granger. Mudblood - no, muggle born, I correct myself, partner, wife to be.
Then why on earth should I hide from her?
I see her pull out her wand and, for a brief moment, I panic she will hex me. But she just enchants a little wooden box. I'm almost calm until i remember:in this box lies my treasure, my secret. And she's ready to take it from me.
What the hell am I hiding from the love of my life?
She sighs and looks at me. I expect the storm.
"Bellatrix."
Calm but dangerous voice, fierce eyes, serious face.
"Why haven't you been taking your meds the last four days?" she asks, waiting for an answer.
Oh. That's what I was hiding.
"The give me headaches." I wishper, curling into a ball on her leg.
"Bella..." she starts talking, but soon decides to leave it. "Take one of your meds now and tomorrow we'll call the healer. And have a good chat." she adds, in a bitter tone.
"Sorry" I whisper in my most quiet voice, but she hears it.
"It's ok... for now. We will talk tomorrow." she doesn't wait for an answer, she just gets up and goes to the kitchen.
"Here we go." she murmures, giving me one pill and a glass of water. "Sleep now. Goodnight beautiful" she says, stroking my hair as she tucks me into bed.
"Night night" I wishper. I'm still scared, so i hold her hand for comfort.
I fall asleep in seconds.