My life is screwed. I sit here day after day, trying my hardest to write my story, the story that changed my life entirely. Sitting here with a cup of hot chocolate and a cat in my lap is not always joyous. The story I long to tell you, will not come out as clearly, but I will try my best to recall my past.
I was what you would call a drugged up whore at school. Doing drugs since my second year, fighting, and at around my sixth year, sleeping with whoever wanted to. I was practically a whore in some ways. I got paid in drugs a lot, heroin mostly. My parents were surprised when they learned about my behavior around Christmas time in my sixth year. I went to drug rehab for the whole break. Not that I cared much, I still got my heroin.
When I went back to school, making my parents think that I was clean. I started up on my sex again. I hated it, but I still did it. The person, who wanted me the most, was Draco Malfoy. He had enough for my heroin, so I got a lot from him. Most people had enough for one hit, but Draco had about thirty hits per session.
I cut my self after each visitation with Draco. I hated myself for it, and the heroin. But I just couldn't stop. I kept doing it and doing it to the point that I woke up one day in the middle of the forest, unable to move. That spring morning I found myself without any clothes and a bag full of heroin next to me, and a note from Draco telling me that this would be the last time I would get heroin from him. He had "secret business" with some one who he would not name. Once I was able to move, and put my clothes back on I ran back to school.
Oh how I felt free running, leaving the blood pool back in the woods with the heroin. I ran and I ran until I found my way out. I collapsed for a few minutes at the edge of the forest. I lay there, thinking about my whole life so far. I was a smart girl, but I still screwed myself over with the sex and drugs. I pulled up my sleeve and started cutting myself right there, in front of Professor Hagrid's first class of the day. I didn't care that they saw me from a distance. I cut my deepest I ever had.
I passed out and woke in the hospital wing. Faintly I saw I had bandages on my arm with little blood spots showing through. I couldn't find my glasses. I had shortness of breath, I needed something to drink. But I didn't see the glass of water that is usually on the bedside table. Instead in the glass was a gooey green liquid.
I picked up the glass and tipped it up side down and watched the goo slowly drip from the glass.
"You shouldn't do that, it's what saved your life, and you need more of it"
I was startled and dropped the glass. Professor Dumbledore was sitting at the foot of my bed.
"Dammit, you made me drop the glass" I bent down to pick it up, but I felt faint and almost fell out of the bed, but the Professor pulled me back up. I lay back down on my pillows, not seeing the basic outline of the headmaster the last words I heard from him before I fainted again stuck in my mind forever.
"I would have expected better from a Hufflepuff, Miss Aston."
Yeah, not much but hey, it's a prologue, the chapters will eventually get longer as time passes and the plot will get a leetle better too.
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