Rose
I looked down at my report card, O in everything. Mum clapping me on the back. Dad grinning proudly.
5 years later, I looked down at my report card. A in everything but Defence which I got E and Potions in which I got P. Mum sighing but trying to hide it. Dad joking that I'm a disappointment to the family. But I'm not joking.
I think about the scars. The scars that no one can see. Thank Merlin for charms that can hide them. Hide the jagged letters screaming 'failur' at me. They were painful but I deserved the pain. A letter for each test I failed.
I don't live anymore, just exist. I lock myself away in my room and use a muggle knife to add another letter. The 'e'. How fitting that it is the potions test that spells my death. The last NEWT that I took. The spell that I am about to cast was created by a potions master.
My last chance to prove to myself I am worthy of living.
"Sectumsempra," I chant, wand pointing towards wrists.
