"Love your sister as yourself"
(Damn motherfucker)
"You will not speak ill of her behind her back"
(I hope you die bitch)
"You will understand her as she understands you"
(I'll finish you off even if it's the last thing I do)
Meal time
Slytherin table
My anxiety and anger keep increasing by the minute; as the years go by it grows and grows. It's terrible how anger tears me apart inside. It is an incandescent flame that slowly burns you, until you burn like a bloodthirsty demon. Everything, absolutely everything is Isobel's fault. I should never have given up Gryffindor. That was the biggest mistake of my entire life and I will be paying for it for the rest of my days. I don't usually talk to anyone when I'm eating, especially because, in all these years, no Slytherin has made friends with me. Because of course, I'm actually a Gryffindor, so everyone hates me. The good thing is that it is mutual hatred. I have become a little monster, my goal during these last years has been to make life miserable for my sister.
That because? Because she's an ungrateful stupid. She never appreciated the sacrifice I made just for her. She's selfish, it's always about her. Look at her there, among those fake Slytherin bitches. She will think they are his friends, what a naive one. I have heard that one of them is criticizing her behind her back and saying pretty strong things about her sexuality. Hearing it, I have to say, a satisfied smile escaped me. Those idiots were saving me work, I don't feel like eating anything, I'm totally bland today. To top it off, my sister can't stop laughing with hers ... let's call them harpies, yeah, that's the exact word for that bunch of filthy sole licks. I hated being here; I hated being a Slytherin, I hated my sister for being a fucking traitorous bitch. I hated all the Gryffindors who looked at me badly, not knowing that what I did was out of an act of love. I hated myself. My whole being was filled with hatred. Every day it was stronger, every day more dangerous ...
I didn't know what I would do at the end of all this, but almost always the only idea I had was to kill my own sister, so that this pain would stop for a damn time. Yes, I had reached the edge of my own insanity with Isobel.
―What the fuck are you looking traitorous?
Izzie had noticed that she was staring at her shamelessly. Her threatening gesture did not convey any fear to me. In fact, all she did was make me mad. She felt like her words burned inside me, my face burned with anger. I looked back at my plate reluctantly passing her and trying to keep my head cool and my thoughts in her place. It was costing me the same life.
―Hey! Rosenberg, we're talking to you!
―I don't know how you can have such an idiotic sister, Izzie.
―I don't know either Susan, she must have died when she was born.
I had to get up from the table and run out of there. I didn't want to end up in Azkaban prison as a murderer. Damn you, it's the only thing I could think of for Isobel. I never wanted to see her again. I wished she had died at that precise moment. I wanted it all to be fucking over with.