Dark Days
She couldn't stand to see her father cry, so she left the room. She slammed her bedroom door behind her, angry at the world and all of it's parents. She was so upset. Her own father had not believed her and he wasn't going to do anything. She tok out some parchment and began to write.
"They don't understand"
We've told them all we could
It doesn't seem to do any good
They don't keep their promises
And yell at us in chorus's
We tell them all we know
But they never seem to show
Understanding
They shut their eyes
And purse their lips
But worst of all they hide their fears
They can't stand to be weak
Mild, timid, frail, or meek
They make me so angry
I wish I could yell
Something's I'll never tell
She then reached into her pocket and pulled out the knife she had taken from the kitchen table. She cut herself. Three fresh wounds stained her wrist. They symbolized all the people that had failed her. Her mother, her father and of couse, herself. She stayed locked in her room for the next few days. Not eating, not sleeping, only waiting until she was able to go back to Hogwarts, her safe haven. She read all her school books and began writing much more often. She thought about how her life used to be. Before all the fights, lies and problems.Before...............everything.
She remembered when she was little. Her father would push her on the swing in the backyard, while her mother prepared a picnic lunch for the three of them. It had been bliss........while it lasted. Then "everything" happened. Her parents argued about money and their lives but most of all they fought about her. She felt it was her fault her parents split. She was the cause of everything bad in their life.
One night when she was 6 years old she heard them fighting again about their favorite topic, her. She began to cry and ran from the room. On her way, she bumped into her mother's end table which resulted in a painful cut on her arm. It was deep and began to bleed. She ran into the bathroom and tried to stop the bleeding. After a while she succeeded and held her arm under the stream of cool water coming from the faucet.
She then dryed it and applied a couple of band-aids. It stung and throbbed but, she had forgotten about her parents and the fight. The pain drove all other thought from her head. She had found her salvation. She began writing again:
"I Remember"
I remember strawberry fields
And smiles on everyone's faces
I remember when we had such fun
We'd stay up late and read stories together
I remember how happy we were
I would wish the day would never end
But it always did and I always waited
Just until the sun would rise again
And a new day of had begun
But the days grew cold and dark
And your smiles faded
She wanted those days back. All her happiness was gone. The life had been sucked right out of her. She was alone and unsheltered, distant from all others. She could think. She could remember..........