Bloody Daggers
Chapter 1: Altogether Yours
I won't keep doing this; I can't go on There's no hope left for my life at long I tried, I did, I did just what you asked Break the bottles; smash the glass
It all started in a glass house. It was dark and haunting at a distance, but everything concerning it was transparent as the dawn to anyone brave enough to look. I cried my tears there for many, many years until I cried enough. And now I'm going to fight back.
I was a good person. I never would have looked at that evil house, never ever. But good people do bad things, even when they don't know it themselves. I did a bad thing once and I paid my price with a thousand gallons of tears.gb
The life I was raised to live never commenced. I suppose it's rather bold to say this, but my parents' tragic attempts to raise me right were most probably in vain. I was raised a good person. My parents were extraordinary people, to that I am sure. I, however, could not stay good. Life is not so kind. By my twenty-first birthday, life had led me astray.
It was a scary world in which I lived. Defense was a must-have. Of course, it wasn't as if I could say defense did a damn thing. It didn't. Not against him. Not against my master. Defense was almost as bad as escape, and escape was punishable by death. I was at the mercy of Voldemort, the Dark Lord, and I knew that better than my own two hands. There was no escape.
It was the life that I lived inside that glass house though, that scarred the world. It was the makings of a filthy mudblood that killed so many others. I was the backbone of a conspiracy in which I thought I played no part.
My story you shall now know, for I am giving it to you. And with it I give you my life.
A/N: I know this story has been done before. In fact, I believe I have read one like it that was never finished, but I swear to god this will be different. Please review.
Later days,
Hunter
Chapter 1: Altogether Yours
I won't keep doing this; I can't go on There's no hope left for my life at long I tried, I did, I did just what you asked Break the bottles; smash the glass
It all started in a glass house. It was dark and haunting at a distance, but everything concerning it was transparent as the dawn to anyone brave enough to look. I cried my tears there for many, many years until I cried enough. And now I'm going to fight back.
I was a good person. I never would have looked at that evil house, never ever. But good people do bad things, even when they don't know it themselves. I did a bad thing once and I paid my price with a thousand gallons of tears.gb
The life I was raised to live never commenced. I suppose it's rather bold to say this, but my parents' tragic attempts to raise me right were most probably in vain. I was raised a good person. My parents were extraordinary people, to that I am sure. I, however, could not stay good. Life is not so kind. By my twenty-first birthday, life had led me astray.
It was a scary world in which I lived. Defense was a must-have. Of course, it wasn't as if I could say defense did a damn thing. It didn't. Not against him. Not against my master. Defense was almost as bad as escape, and escape was punishable by death. I was at the mercy of Voldemort, the Dark Lord, and I knew that better than my own two hands. There was no escape.
It was the life that I lived inside that glass house though, that scarred the world. It was the makings of a filthy mudblood that killed so many others. I was the backbone of a conspiracy in which I thought I played no part.
My story you shall now know, for I am giving it to you. And with it I give you my life.
A/N: I know this story has been done before. In fact, I believe I have read one like it that was never finished, but I swear to god this will be different. Please review.
Later days,
Hunter