Hey guys! I'm SO sorry I left it for this long even AFTER I told you guys that I would try not too! I'm so sorry! It's just that things are super hectic at school and at church that it's been a while for me to actually sit down and write it. Not to mention I was a little drained for ideas. But anyways, thank you all SO much for sticking with this story, and I apologize for how short this chapter is, but I PROMISE that the next chapter is going to be longer.
Without further ado, enjoy!
Disclaimer: Don't own Harry Potter or the characters.
PS. I actually changed it in Chapter 11 so that the incident with Draco and Astoria actually happened on their first year anniversary.
Chapter 13
Pain.
That was the first thing that came to my mind when I woke up. Complete, unadulterated pain. Everywhere. My head, my legs but there were 2 particular parts of my body that felt like they were on fire.
My arm and my heart.
The one I looked to first, was the pain in my arm. I slowly fluttered my eyes open and saw that the wound still looked fresh. I sighed. I couldn't believe what I had done. It had been 8 years since I had last cut myself, and I couldn't believe that I had done it once more. I felt a wave of disappointment surge through me. After all this time, I had lost my reserve. I felt tears slowly start to stream down my face, as I lay on my bed; feeling the shame of what I had done hit me fully. After what seemed like hours, I checked the clock on my bedside table; it read 12:30pm. I knew that I should get up and have something to eat, but I couldn't find any strength in me anymore. Draco had done, in one night, what years of torment, months of hard camping, torture had ever failed to do.
He broke me.
He had broke my reserve. He broke my strength, and the worst thing?
He broke my heart.
That pain was the pain that was even worse, something I knew that no simple spell could fix. I had given myself to Draco completely; he knew everything about me; my hopes, my dreams, my flaws, my plans, my body...
That thought brought back a hundred memories of our first night together. It seemed like a lifetime away. Everything was perfect; as if Draco and I were made for each other. I couldn't believe that now, I would never be able to hold him again, never be able to touch and kiss him again, never hear his comforting words when I was nervous about work.
That's when the tears really started to flow.
I cried and cried and cried until well into the afternoon. I sobbed until I had no more tears left inside me and when I felt like the exhaustion would just overcome me. I looked up at the clock once more and saw that it was 3:00 in the afternoon. I looked at the picture of my parent's on the nightstand...
I realised how much I had missed them over the first year of my marriage. There were so many milestones that I never got to share with them; Draco and I getting married, our first night, my promotions, Draco's promotions. I thought about what they would say, and how they would react to what had happened to me.
Then it hit me.
A surge of adrenaline flooded my veins as I jumped out of bed and ran to the telephone, not minding the frantic pain in my arm and in my head. I quickly picked up the phone, and dialled a number that I knew from memory and knew that someone would answer.
"Hello?"
"Ginny?"
"Hermione?"
"I'm not going to be at work for a while, someone will have to cover for me."
"What're you talking about?"
I took a deep breath before I finally told her my plan.
"I'm going to Australia. To find my parents."
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