Author's Note: Hello again. I decided to type this up tonight before I went
to bed, so I hope you enjoy it. Please review!! ~Frankie~
Chapter Two: Hell
The Dursley's managed to go through the night without dictating the rules to Lily which were to be strictly adhered to. Lily hadn't slept and listened distractedly to Petunia's reciting her rules. "No questions, no messes. You will clean, you will cook and you will do chores when we tell you. You will stay in your room except to cook and eat. If you leave you will return in time for meals etcetera. If you don't follow the rules I will kick you out," Petunia said before leaving and slamming the door.
Lily lay back on the bed staring at the ceiling while silent tears leaked from her beautiful green eyes. Later that same day they went to the Evan's house and Lily packed her things. Pictures, poems, clothes, and a red teddy bear that Mrs. Evans had gotten her two weeks before; it all went into bags and into the trunk of the Dursley's car. Lily held a framed photo of her parents and herself in her lap in the journey back to number 4 Privet Drive and said nothing to either Vernon or Petunia as she unloaded the trunk and brought her things to "her" room. She unpacked her bare necessities and set the picture on the bedside table before Petunia was screaming for her to start dinner.
Lily barely spoke and this pleased the Dursley's a lot. They almost believed she couldn't talk and that her vocal cords had completely disappeared. Lily spent her time in her room writing in her journal.
Diary, I never know what to expect anymore. I despise my sister and her husband with all the strength in my body. I wish that Mum and Dad hadn't died. I don't understand why they had to die. I still cry sometimes but I'm slowly becoming numb to everything the longer I stay in this house. It's only been 6 months so far and I wish I would die too. Petunia has started snooping in my room, reading this book and yelling at me for being inconsiderate and all that shit. I yelled right back saying that this was private and she said that as long as it was under her roof she had rights to read it. Well fuck that. I hate her. I disliked her when she would torture me and call me ugly at home, but she's even worse now, she thinks she can control me. I won't bloody let her read this again. I found a loose floorboard under the bed and that's where I keep all my journals and poetry now, I doubt she has the sense to look for a lose floorboard so this is safe. I honestly hope that she dies a horribly painful death. I can't wait until I'm 18 and I will probably skip out of this hell hole when I graduate because I won't wind up jobless on the streets because I don't have a diploma. I hear her screaming now I have to go. Bye.
~L
The entries usually read like that and the next 2 years or so were complete and utter hell for Lily. Her only escapes were her diary which only helped her to vent, her drawings and writings and her dreams. She dreamed of extraordinary places full of witches and wizards and a magnificent castle what felt so much like home that she cried sometimes when she woke up. In this place she had friends and even a wonderful boyfriend who cared about her. She wrote stories about her dreams and secretly got them published to get some money other then the inheritance that she would get when she turned 18 that Petunia couldn't touch.
Diary, I don't mind the chores so much; it's just her damn screeching that I can't bloody stand! I would do the chores without complaining if that bitch didn't yell at me constantly, do this, do that, stop talking, and stop complaining you ingrate, why can't you be more thankful? Yada, yada. I'm sick of complaining, I'm going to write. Bye. ~L
The reasons that Lily didn't really mind the chores were because they helped her to stay strong and healthy, but she minded more then anything the constant bothering that Petunia put her through calling her a freak and blaming the Evan's accident on Lily. Petunia told her she was ugly and fat and rude, none of which Lily was and though she knew this, she slowly began to believe Petunia's hateful words.
Diary, I really wish I could just leave but I'm barely 17 and there's no way in hell I could get a job that would keep me off the streets without graduating. She keeps calling me ugly and fat and rude! I'm not rude; I just can't stand this place, being cooped up in this hell hole. I have no friends, and I like that because no one asks to come over and stay the night. but then again maybe it's not me wanting everyone to stay away that they do. maybe she's right. Oh what am I saying? How could that hag be right about me? Ha, she doesn't know me, never did. I hope she gets cursed with cramps from hell for a whole month! That would serve her right. Vile bitch is coming upstairs screaming again. Bye.
~L
That day Petunia wasn't screaming at her, she'd fallen down the stairs after a sudden sharp pain had gone through her abdomen. Lily forgot what she'd written and the pains were taken out of Lily saying that she'd poisoned them with her food. Lily was pissed.
Diary, Petunia has been blaming me for whatever stupid bug she caught that's causing her cramps. I honestly hope she dies. argh. Never mind, it's not worth it to wish that. She's just mean and evil and I wish I wasn't related to her. I hope that she and Vernon never produce offspring or it will probably be just as bad as they are. I don't get it why do I get blamed for everything around here? The other day a lamp that I was looking at that was across the room broke and I was blamed. Mind you I was angry but I don't think I was throwing things so I couldn't have done it. I am sick of this. I'm going away soon, I swear it and then I won't be their slave any longer.
~L
Finally Lily graduated at the top of her class and the summer came on strong. She decided then and there to leave, she was free enough to get the hell out and that's what she planned to do. She packed her pictures, her clothes and all her writings and journals and the red teddy bear and left the Dursley's a note which said:
I can't be your slave anymore. I'm leaving and I will not come back. Goodbye sister. I'm sorry for being such an 'inconvenience'. ~Lily And so Lily left late one night while the Dursley's were sleeping and never looked back.
Thanks To:
The Lady Sorcha of Sevenwaters- She will be soon, don't worry! At least she gets out this chapter eh?
EmeraldDream- Yes, of course she still has powers. I gave a hint in Chapter 1 and in this Chapter as well.
LilyPrincess- I hope that you like this chapter and the next one too!
Thanks so much for reviewing!! ~Frankie~
Oh, and I'm a little worried about people complaining about the language in her diary entries. If you think that a PG rating is low tell me and it will be bumped up but it's my personal experience that PG should be fine. tell me if you think other wise!!
Chapter Two: Hell
The Dursley's managed to go through the night without dictating the rules to Lily which were to be strictly adhered to. Lily hadn't slept and listened distractedly to Petunia's reciting her rules. "No questions, no messes. You will clean, you will cook and you will do chores when we tell you. You will stay in your room except to cook and eat. If you leave you will return in time for meals etcetera. If you don't follow the rules I will kick you out," Petunia said before leaving and slamming the door.
Lily lay back on the bed staring at the ceiling while silent tears leaked from her beautiful green eyes. Later that same day they went to the Evan's house and Lily packed her things. Pictures, poems, clothes, and a red teddy bear that Mrs. Evans had gotten her two weeks before; it all went into bags and into the trunk of the Dursley's car. Lily held a framed photo of her parents and herself in her lap in the journey back to number 4 Privet Drive and said nothing to either Vernon or Petunia as she unloaded the trunk and brought her things to "her" room. She unpacked her bare necessities and set the picture on the bedside table before Petunia was screaming for her to start dinner.
Lily barely spoke and this pleased the Dursley's a lot. They almost believed she couldn't talk and that her vocal cords had completely disappeared. Lily spent her time in her room writing in her journal.
Diary, I never know what to expect anymore. I despise my sister and her husband with all the strength in my body. I wish that Mum and Dad hadn't died. I don't understand why they had to die. I still cry sometimes but I'm slowly becoming numb to everything the longer I stay in this house. It's only been 6 months so far and I wish I would die too. Petunia has started snooping in my room, reading this book and yelling at me for being inconsiderate and all that shit. I yelled right back saying that this was private and she said that as long as it was under her roof she had rights to read it. Well fuck that. I hate her. I disliked her when she would torture me and call me ugly at home, but she's even worse now, she thinks she can control me. I won't bloody let her read this again. I found a loose floorboard under the bed and that's where I keep all my journals and poetry now, I doubt she has the sense to look for a lose floorboard so this is safe. I honestly hope that she dies a horribly painful death. I can't wait until I'm 18 and I will probably skip out of this hell hole when I graduate because I won't wind up jobless on the streets because I don't have a diploma. I hear her screaming now I have to go. Bye.
~L
The entries usually read like that and the next 2 years or so were complete and utter hell for Lily. Her only escapes were her diary which only helped her to vent, her drawings and writings and her dreams. She dreamed of extraordinary places full of witches and wizards and a magnificent castle what felt so much like home that she cried sometimes when she woke up. In this place she had friends and even a wonderful boyfriend who cared about her. She wrote stories about her dreams and secretly got them published to get some money other then the inheritance that she would get when she turned 18 that Petunia couldn't touch.
Diary, I don't mind the chores so much; it's just her damn screeching that I can't bloody stand! I would do the chores without complaining if that bitch didn't yell at me constantly, do this, do that, stop talking, and stop complaining you ingrate, why can't you be more thankful? Yada, yada. I'm sick of complaining, I'm going to write. Bye. ~L
The reasons that Lily didn't really mind the chores were because they helped her to stay strong and healthy, but she minded more then anything the constant bothering that Petunia put her through calling her a freak and blaming the Evan's accident on Lily. Petunia told her she was ugly and fat and rude, none of which Lily was and though she knew this, she slowly began to believe Petunia's hateful words.
Diary, I really wish I could just leave but I'm barely 17 and there's no way in hell I could get a job that would keep me off the streets without graduating. She keeps calling me ugly and fat and rude! I'm not rude; I just can't stand this place, being cooped up in this hell hole. I have no friends, and I like that because no one asks to come over and stay the night. but then again maybe it's not me wanting everyone to stay away that they do. maybe she's right. Oh what am I saying? How could that hag be right about me? Ha, she doesn't know me, never did. I hope she gets cursed with cramps from hell for a whole month! That would serve her right. Vile bitch is coming upstairs screaming again. Bye.
~L
That day Petunia wasn't screaming at her, she'd fallen down the stairs after a sudden sharp pain had gone through her abdomen. Lily forgot what she'd written and the pains were taken out of Lily saying that she'd poisoned them with her food. Lily was pissed.
Diary, Petunia has been blaming me for whatever stupid bug she caught that's causing her cramps. I honestly hope she dies. argh. Never mind, it's not worth it to wish that. She's just mean and evil and I wish I wasn't related to her. I hope that she and Vernon never produce offspring or it will probably be just as bad as they are. I don't get it why do I get blamed for everything around here? The other day a lamp that I was looking at that was across the room broke and I was blamed. Mind you I was angry but I don't think I was throwing things so I couldn't have done it. I am sick of this. I'm going away soon, I swear it and then I won't be their slave any longer.
~L
Finally Lily graduated at the top of her class and the summer came on strong. She decided then and there to leave, she was free enough to get the hell out and that's what she planned to do. She packed her pictures, her clothes and all her writings and journals and the red teddy bear and left the Dursley's a note which said:
I can't be your slave anymore. I'm leaving and I will not come back. Goodbye sister. I'm sorry for being such an 'inconvenience'. ~Lily And so Lily left late one night while the Dursley's were sleeping and never looked back.
Thanks To:
The Lady Sorcha of Sevenwaters- She will be soon, don't worry! At least she gets out this chapter eh?
EmeraldDream- Yes, of course she still has powers. I gave a hint in Chapter 1 and in this Chapter as well.
LilyPrincess- I hope that you like this chapter and the next one too!
Thanks so much for reviewing!! ~Frankie~
Oh, and I'm a little worried about people complaining about the language in her diary entries. If you think that a PG rating is low tell me and it will be bumped up but it's my personal experience that PG should be fine. tell me if you think other wise!!