She hated him. Hated him for all he was worth, which wasn't much. She
wanted to hurt him, make him feel the pain she felt inside, ten times
worse.
She began to daydream but not of happy things or joyful things, of dark and twisted things. She thought of ways to hurt him, torture him, make him bleed with sorries.
The whole day she didn't smile, she didn't talk, she didn't show any emotion at all. As she stalked back to the Gryffindor Common Room, the hall because noticeably rather quiet, as if everyone could read her mind.
As she muttered the password and the portrait swung open, she got a sudden chill that ran up her spine, something was not as it should've been, something was wrong. As she moved more into the common room, she noticed no one was there.
That was really odd.
After classes, this room was packed and it was highly unusual to see it empty now. As she walked up the steps to her room, the wafted cold air filled her lungs. So cold, she swore she could see her breath.
What was going on?
As she came to her door, she stood in front of it, not sure whether to turn the handle and go inside or let it remain a secret what laid behind the door. As she laid her hand on the handle and turned it, she let the door open by itself.
As she looked in, she saw that nothing was wrong. Everything was as it was when she left. She let out a sigh of relief and walked to her bed.
But as she did, he felt the chill once again and suddenly, the door slammed shut. She whizzed around and say that it had closed my itself. Then, she heard a noise.
Laughter. Deep, dark, evil laughter coming from every corner of the room.
As she looked around to see who it was, she started to see words appearing on her walls, written with blood.
Slut.
Whore.
Bitch.
The laughter grew louder and louder as the words began to appear more and more. Everywhere she looked, she saw them.
Her mind became dizzy, her thoughts slurred, her eyesight blurry.
She covered her ears, trying to block out the laughter, to make it stop but it didn't work. She tumbled to the floor, sitting cross-legged and rocking rigorously back and fourth, her hands clasped over her ears.
She couldn't take this.
The laughter wouldn't seize, the words wouldn't go away. Her cuts started to throb as if they were itching to explode again. But then, she knew what could stop them, what could make it all go away.
With her hands still over her ears, she ran to her trunk and pulled it out, the only thing in the world she could control, the only thing in the world that she would let control her.
Without much thought, she just started jabbing her leg with it, blood quickly coming to the surface and running down her leg. She could hear the laughs not, crystal clear, echoing in her ears, corrupting her mind.
One, two, three, twenty, twenty-one.
She didn't want to stop till the laughter stopped, till the writing stopped, till the pain stopped. She kept stabbing and stabbing.
"ARE YOU HAPPY NOW?! HUH?! ARE YOU HAPPY NOW?!?"
She yelled out in distress, her knife clutched in her right hand, smeared with blood. Then, all at once, it stopped, the words everywhere, the insane laughter finally stopped...as he said,
"Yes, actually, I am quite happy now."
Please review and read my friends story Of Blood and Water, its awesome. Sorry its short, didn't have much to write but more shall come.
She began to daydream but not of happy things or joyful things, of dark and twisted things. She thought of ways to hurt him, torture him, make him bleed with sorries.
The whole day she didn't smile, she didn't talk, she didn't show any emotion at all. As she stalked back to the Gryffindor Common Room, the hall because noticeably rather quiet, as if everyone could read her mind.
As she muttered the password and the portrait swung open, she got a sudden chill that ran up her spine, something was not as it should've been, something was wrong. As she moved more into the common room, she noticed no one was there.
That was really odd.
After classes, this room was packed and it was highly unusual to see it empty now. As she walked up the steps to her room, the wafted cold air filled her lungs. So cold, she swore she could see her breath.
What was going on?
As she came to her door, she stood in front of it, not sure whether to turn the handle and go inside or let it remain a secret what laid behind the door. As she laid her hand on the handle and turned it, she let the door open by itself.
As she looked in, she saw that nothing was wrong. Everything was as it was when she left. She let out a sigh of relief and walked to her bed.
But as she did, he felt the chill once again and suddenly, the door slammed shut. She whizzed around and say that it had closed my itself. Then, she heard a noise.
Laughter. Deep, dark, evil laughter coming from every corner of the room.
As she looked around to see who it was, she started to see words appearing on her walls, written with blood.
Slut.
Whore.
Bitch.
The laughter grew louder and louder as the words began to appear more and more. Everywhere she looked, she saw them.
Her mind became dizzy, her thoughts slurred, her eyesight blurry.
She covered her ears, trying to block out the laughter, to make it stop but it didn't work. She tumbled to the floor, sitting cross-legged and rocking rigorously back and fourth, her hands clasped over her ears.
She couldn't take this.
The laughter wouldn't seize, the words wouldn't go away. Her cuts started to throb as if they were itching to explode again. But then, she knew what could stop them, what could make it all go away.
With her hands still over her ears, she ran to her trunk and pulled it out, the only thing in the world she could control, the only thing in the world that she would let control her.
Without much thought, she just started jabbing her leg with it, blood quickly coming to the surface and running down her leg. She could hear the laughs not, crystal clear, echoing in her ears, corrupting her mind.
One, two, three, twenty, twenty-one.
She didn't want to stop till the laughter stopped, till the writing stopped, till the pain stopped. She kept stabbing and stabbing.
"ARE YOU HAPPY NOW?! HUH?! ARE YOU HAPPY NOW?!?"
She yelled out in distress, her knife clutched in her right hand, smeared with blood. Then, all at once, it stopped, the words everywhere, the insane laughter finally stopped...as he said,
"Yes, actually, I am quite happy now."
Please review and read my friends story Of Blood and Water, its awesome. Sorry its short, didn't have much to write but more shall come.