When Past Catches Up With You: Chapter Eight
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A tear fell down Nicky's cheek. How could she have loved this... monster? What had she done to deserve this?
Jake's hands rubbed up the inside of her shirt as she heard footsteps approach where they were. Jake, obviously, hadn't heard them.
"Help!" Nicky screamed and the footsteps picked up pace, a dark figure skidded into their row. Jake scowled at her.
"Bitch," he hissed, dropped her and sprinted around the corner. The dark figure rushed up to her laying form. As the person knelt next to her, she recognized who it was.
"Sirius?"
Chapter Eight: Quiet.
Sirius' hands cupped hers as he looked down at her, horrified.
"Nicky, are... are you okay?" he asked, his voice a mere whisper.
Nicky sat up, her breath heavy. She thought for a moment, memories flashing in front of her mind. She didn't have aclue of how she would answer that. Was she okay? What would have happened if Sirius hadn't showed up? That was what really scared her. What would Jake have done? How long would it have been before her ex had come to his senses?
"Nicky?" Sirius seemed to be even more worried when she hadn't answered.
"I'm fine," she lied, knowing Sirius knew it was a lie.
"Do... Do you want to go see Professor McGonagall?" he asked her.
"No!" Nicky said quickly. "Nobody can know about this, Sirius. Promise you wont tell?"
Sirius' eyes looked away. "I... You have to tell somebody, Nicky."
"If I want to tell somebody, I'll do it myself," Nicky said angrily. She quickly stood and buttoned her shirt.
"Nic, what he did was wrong," Sirius told her, standing also.
Nicky scowled, "It's none of your business," she snapped, before turning on her heel and running from the library; ignoring Madam Jamieson's hushed calls.
Sirius spent the next few days wither glaring at Jake or whispering to Nicky that she should tell somebody. Nicky ignored him, in fact, she ignored practically everybody; when she actually was in class.
She couldn't stand being close to either of them, Sirius or Jake. Just the sight of them brought the memory back into her mind, emotions flew through her, and she would sit; blank, alone, afraid.
She'd never been so scared of anything before in her life. She'd never even though of what it would feel like; to be so betrayed, to feel so used and worthless. Just a rag doll to be played with and then tossed aside when done with. She had great respect for the women who had been through this before her.
It wasn't right, Sirius was right about that. He was also right about the fact that she should tell somebody; not that she was going to.
She had a feeling that Bonnie knew, but she never said anything to her. Bonnie had been unbelievably quiet the last few days. She would either sit quietly with her or Sirius would take her aside, whispering things in her ear. She was getting so sick of it. She just wanted it all to end, it was all too much.
And people thought she was one of those lucky people. One of those perfect people who just had everything so perfect, so above-average. She hated them for thinking it, for not knowing. She hated everybody at this moment; Everybody.
That night she took out a muggle notepad and a quill, sitting cross-legged on her bed, she began to scribble her thoughts into a poem:
Am I the only one here?
Enveloped in this fear.
Shaking in my skin,
Torn from within.
Violated and alone,
Stuck in my own zone.
I want a reality,
But I avoid it with agility.
I can't control,
My soul joins the death toll.
Do you feel proud that I cried?
And I told you, you've been denied.
End Chapter.
I know this one isn't very long, and I know I say that alot. But I feel like ending it here with the poem, so that it what I shall do.
Until next chapter,
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