disclaimer: not mine.
prompt: hide
character: severus snape
the door would swing open, loud and
scary&ugly
and you'd hear him
slam down those stairs like thunder
and your mother's shoulders would stiffen
(even when you weren't with her,
you could see it happening in your mind)
and you'd (quick) run and hide away
somewhere small and safe
somewhere he wouldn't find you.
when you were little, you'd go
under your bed, with the dust and boxes
cause there was no way he could follow you there.
but then he sold your bed
(he needed money for the booze)
and you slept on sheets on the coldcold floor
and you needed a new place to run away.
so for awhile you'd hide in the cupboard
beneath the sink
and water would drip on you, but at least you were
safe. at least he wasn't there.
eventually you got too big,
and instead of hiding somewhere,
you'd just leave, go away, anywhere, anywhere -
to lily's, or to the park, or sometimes on the roof.
and he never followed you;
instead he'd just beat up your mother.
(at this point you called her eileen.
and you never spoke directly to him, but
in your thoughts you called him monster.)
and by the time you were fifteen,
you liked to pretend that you were all better,
didn't give a shit about him and his
antics, his anger, his alcohol.
but that was such a l i e , severus.
cause even now, literally decades later,
you aren't over it.
at night in your dreams
you're still running, hiding,
sobbing somewhere quiet and safe.
still afraid, still alone
still nobody.
still hiding.