A/N Dedicated to gr8rockstarrox. This is super angsty and has trigger warnings of attempted suicide.
She was the rebel. Not perfect Victoire with her angelic blonde hair and simpering smile, not charismatic Louis with his dazzling white teeth and warm blue eyes but her. Dominique Weasley. With messy, dyed hair, several tattoos and piercings everywhere. Her very appearance made her parents shudder.
Her personality offended them. She was too loud for them. Too brash and cocksure. Too messy. Too troublemaking. The list was endless.
Why can't you be more like Victoire?
But, no longer would she hear those words.
She looked at the silver handled knife before slitting her wrists.
She would be free. They would be free.