Congratulations if you actually managed to make it to the second chapter of this story without falling asleep :)
Cookies for everyone :D :D (::)
On another note, I still don't own Harry Potter (sadly). It seems that J.K. Rowling has not had time to reply to my letter about whether I can buy the rights off of her for the excellent price of two packs of skittles and an old soccer trophy. Anyway, everything that you recognize isn't mine. Enjoy!
Mother wakes me at 4:00 in the morning. I rub the remenants of sleep from my eyes as she drags me from my cupboard and pushes me into the kitchen. I am to pick up Dudley's toys, clean the kitchen, and do the laundry so that I can start making breakfast by 9:00 to have it ready for when Dudley wakes up.
By 9:00 I still have not finished folding Mother's laundry or scrubbing the kitchen floors because Dudley left such a large mess in the living room that it took me much too long to get it all in order again, and Mother is furious.
"How DARE you not finish your chores! I do everything in this house, and I expect you to be able to earn your keep!"
"But Mother!" I start. "Why can't Dudley even clean his own room?" The words slip out before I am even aware of what I am saying.
"Are you talking back to me!" Mother screams, spraying spit on my face as she bellows. "That is it! I am sick and tired of you, boy! Go! Stand in the corner of the room!"
Dutifully, I slink away to the corner. Placing my hands on the wall, I stand, with my feet together, perfectly silent as she expects of me.
An hour passes as I stand in the corner. My hands are tied uncomfortably tight by a course rope, and every time I shift I can feel the rough fibers as they dig into my wrists. My eyes swim with tiredness, and my legs quiver from the work. To make matters worse, Mother has not allowed me a single break since when she woke me this morning , and I am aware of my pressing need to use the toilet. I glance at the clock on the wall. It is now 10:30.
"M-mother? Mother, may I please be e-excused?" My voice quavers as I ask, turning around to face her.
"No." Her response is decisive and cold.
'But-"
"I SAID NO!" She lashes out and strikes my knee with the broom. I crumple to the floor for a brief instant before immediately straightening, wincing at both the pain and my inability to mask it and fearing what retribution my weakness will bring. Luckily, Mother simply smooths down her skirt and leaves the room. Another hour passes as I cross my legs and pray that she will let me soon use the toilet. I bite my lip as I grip myself hard, willing myself to hold until Mother gives me a break. Finally, at ten minutes to 12:00 she returns to the room and tells me I may go use the lavatory. I begin to shuffle to the downstairs loo, trying not to move to quickly for fear that I will lose it. Suddenly, Dudley pushes past me and I fall to the floor, losing control of my bladder. Mother just stares at my rapidly darkening pants as her face turns an unsightly shade of red. I am shoved into my cupboard and the door is slammed shut and locked behind me. My head slams painfully against the frame of my cot as I stumble before falling to the dusty floor. I reach my hand up to my forehead and feel sticky, warm blood. I have no fresh clothes with me, and I shiver as my wet clothes cool on my body. It is pitch black, Father removed the light last year so that I would waste less "precious electricity". Tears trickling down my face, I drift off to sleep, knowing it will be the last decent rest I will get in a long time.
Hello! Thank you for reading this far into my first story! Since this is my first attempt at writing fanfiction, I am not entirely sure of what I am doing. Please review to let me know if this is worth continuing or not. Constructive criticism, praise, and flames are all greatly welcomed :)