(A/N: I wrote another chapter, just to get the story going, it seems like therapy to me. So even if no one reviews I think I shall keep on writing. Here's another one incase someone is reading.)
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Chapter One: My True State.
I woke up early the next morning, Thank Merlin, nothing happened between my parents and I yesterday. Usually, I get a yell or two, then they just ignore me. Since I am the only girl, I have to do chores and such around the house, but it's fine. It gives me time to be alone and think of everything in life, that is my problem though. I always dream and never do anything which really pisses me off, it's like I have no drive or ambition anymore. I remember when I was younger I wanted to become a healer and help people all around the world, even muggles. But my Mother would always scold me and tell me do what she wanted, not what I wanted. So here I am, cleaning the curtains on the 3rd floor of our tiny, shack of a house.
" Done. " I sighed and went downstairs to receive some dinner, while I was heading down there I see my Mother in the kitchen with my brother Ronald Weasley, hovering over him and feeding him even though he's seventeen years old! I huffed and sat down at the kitchen table waiting for my Mother to give me food. She looked up, nodded and went back feeding him some delicious cake that just came out of the oven. I sighed. No one gives a damn about me do they? I always have to ask for everything.
I cleared my throat. " Mum?"
She looked up and Ron glared at me. I gave him a glare back. "Yes?"
"Er..may I please have some dinner?"
" In a minute dear, can't you see that i'm feeding my baby?" She patted his head and he smiled. I wanted to gag and cry at the same time. Why can't she ever say things like that to me?
" Er, fine. I'll wait. " I leaned back in the chair and stared out the kitchen window. About ten minutes later, she was now wiping off the crumbs off his mouth, while he protested about it. I rolled my eyes and still stayed quiet. Patience is a virtue Ginevra. I had to say that to myself oh so many times, does it get me anywhere? Hell no.
So I tried again, trying not to get angry. " Mum? "
" Oh yes, " She finally gave up, while he exited the room giving me a dirty look. She grabbed some plate with potatoes and greens and handed them to me. I took the plate and sighed. Atleast I get a decent meal, it's not totally like a prison. My mother could really cook, I sometimes wonder what would happen if she died, what would I eat? Selfish thing really, but then I know she doesn't care anyway. I finally got the thoughts out of my head and began eating. It smelled great, the gravy on the potatoes and the light salt and pepper on the greens, This was heaven. I love food! I finished my dinner and stood up to wash my dishes. I usually never do this, because really I don't give a damn. But today I felt generous and felt the need. But when I stood up, my Mother spoke.
" Wash those before you go up into your room. " She commanded, without looking up from the stove.
I cringed. I hated when people told me to do things. I don't know what it is, but my insides get all bubbly and I just want to smack someone and demand do you think I am a servant? I do not do anything for anyone but myself! I gave her a look and just put my plate right beside the sink and left the kitchen without looking back. I was heading up the stairs when she yelled.
" Ginevra Molly Weasley! You get your filthy arse down here and wash those damn dishes! " She shrieked. I sighed, I guess today is going to be a bad day after all.
I looked down at her where she stood by the stair railing in the tiny foyer.
" No." I said calmly. I was trying to hinder my anger, but damn it! She was really starting to piss me off.
" No, my fucking arse! You get your arse down here now! " She bellowed. This pissed me off. I hate when people curse infront of me, let alone my Mother! Does she not have any respect!
" Don't yell at me! " I yelled, hey she started it.
" Don't make me come up there, and beat you! "
" Ha, like you can! " Damn, my mouth had a mind of it's own. I can't stop it really, when I'm pissed I say anything and everything. I really do Anger management.
" Say one more thing! And I'll call your Father! " If you could see my eyes, fear passed through them, but I composed myself.
" Call Father! " I said with a confident voice.
" Alright then, He won't be too happy coming back from work to beat your arse. "
" I don't give a damn! "
She gave me a venomous glare and left the foyer to floo my Father, I was scared, honestly I was. Why can't I just do the things my Mother tells me? Oh yes, my damned pride. Was it pride though? I mean I just don't like doing anything when people tell me to. I know I'm not a princess, but I am not doing shit for you! I turned to go back upstairs, but then I felt something hit me on my head, and my eyes rolled back into my head. My eyes watered and I turned to see what the hell hit me. I saw my mother's wooden shoe rolling back down the stairs, with her by the stair railing again, glaring. This made me want to kill her, Number one I hate when people yell at me, Number two I hate when people curse at me, and Number three I hate..when people hit me! I felt a bump forming on the top of my head, and I quickly grabbed the shoe and wacked it at her. It missed but she finally seemed pissed off, and came at me. I ran, closing my door and locking it. I quickly regretted what I just did, but felt the anger taking over. And the tears started to flow freely. Over something so stupid, I get smacked in the head with a wooden shoe! My life is simply perfect. She banged on the door yelling for me to open it, I got up cautiously and opened it when she slapped me across the face. and that's when Ron came and stood outside my door, watching the whole scene. Does he stop it? Does he help me? Nope. My family cares so much for me. I love it. The stinging kicked in on my left cheek, and I knew there was a mark there.
" You stupid bitch, trying to hit me with my own shoe! " She grabbed my collar and shook me.
" You think you have it so easy? Look at what your Father, he is doing all that hard work for you! And all you do is nothing! Stupid cow. " She yelled and let go of my collar, while pushing me on the floor. I might have been sobbing by now and on the floor hurt but I still didn't give up. I gave her my dirtiest glare and stood up, pulling back my collar in place and looked at her straight in the eyes. That is the exact moment my Father decided to join us.
" What in the bleeding hell, is going on? I was working Molly! " He glowered when he looked at me, like I was something dirty that they brought into the house and was wondering why is it still here.
" Your daughter isn't behaving! " she screamed to Arthur.
" Dad, I- " But I was caught off by him yelling.
" Don't you ever do anything right? You think we are stupid? That we don't know anything, and how teenagers act? do you? Huh? "
" Dad look," I started again, calmly so I wouldn't yell at him.
" What?" He looked at me.
" Why must you yell at me? I'm trying to explain to you why I am acti- " I was cut off yet again.
" Yell at you? You stupid idiot!" That stung right in the heart, I hate when my parents call me stupid, when your parents say it, it's like stabbing in the heart. It makes you feel that you really are stupid, not worth anything. I straightened up wiping away the tears, looking at him while he ranted on. " I have the right to yell at you, if I want! You need to do what your Mother tells you to do something! Understand? "
" But Dad- "
" No buts! Do as you're told! "
" I was going to do it, but Mum had to spoil it and say the words. I can do things myself! I'm sixteen years old!"
" Then fucking act like it! " He gave me a defiant glare. " If your Mother tells you to do something, no matter what age. Do it! "
I couldn't take it anymore! They did not understand their own child? Do they not understand that I will do things on my own! No one needs to do tell me anything!
" NO! No one tells me to anything but me! " I said outloud.
My Father's face grew dangerously firm, and you could see anger written all over it.
" What did you say? " He said calmly in a threatening voice.
" I said no. " I sniffed and wiped my nose, looking dead at him.
" Put down those eyes! " He pointed his finger at me. I glared just to piss him off. Then that was it, he pushed me aside went to desk, grabbed a ruler and slapped me hard across my arm with it. I yelped and held my arm, while crying outloud now.
" Stop!" I cried.
He smacked me again and again. I grabbed the ruler and took it from him, throwing it across the room. This pissed him off greatly. He slapped me across the face and tried to hit me again when my Mother grabbed his arm.
" Dear, it's over. Let it go. " She said holding him back. He gave a huff and she led him out of the room. I stood, frozen. Many things flowing through my mind. Why must they always hit me, they never hit any of my other siblings. They must really hate me. I fell to the floor, and more tears poured out. Ron still stood there, just simply staring at me. He finally left without a word and I cried even more. No one cares. He didn't even ask me if I was okay. Now I know why my life is like this, this is my true state. I am not entitled to a happy life am I? I guess not. I finally lifted my self, but did it a bit too quickly because I forgot the injury in my head. I started getting a severe headache, and more tears poured out. I slowly closed my door, and walked towards my bed, laying down. I looked at the ceiling, and wished I would just die.
" God, if you're out there, do me a favor and let me die in my sleep. " and with that I feel into an uneasy sleep.
(A/N: Review please. I really want to know what you all think.and A Special Thank You to my first and only reviewer:Orlando's Dancer. It means alot! Thank you!
Henna)