They were all lies

8|Behind the walls

¤REGULUS¤

The morning sun gleams down on her gorgeous body, enlightening her gorgeous face. I stroke her white hair softly, examining every inch of her. She truly was something. A soft petal, with the beautiful smell of a rose. Her angel eyes saw good in many devils. She's so strong, but it's worse when she tries to hide her scars from people. From me. I don't want her to do that, ever. She is a rose in the hands of those who had no intention of keeping her. But she had thorns for a reason. Her face lays on her pillow, her hair sprawled out behind her. Her eyes flutter open, her long black eyelashes looking up at me. 

"Good morning." She smiles, spreading out her arms above her. 

"Did you sleep okay?" I ask her, not taking my eyes off her face. Not once. 

"Totally." She answers, pecking my cheek. She rolls out of bed, walking out of the room and stopping before she opens the door. She turns around, staring at me. She dosen't say anything, just stares. After a while I clear my throat, and she seems to snap out of her trance. She smiles, opening the door and leaving the room. 

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¤MELANIE¤

I yawn, rubbing my face softly. My legs are cramped, and I stumble agianst the hardwood floor. I yelp slightly, sticking my arms out infront of me. I grab onto the wall just in time, making sure that none of the paintings on the wall fell off. I sigh, before I hear some hushed voices. I furrow my brows once I realize the whispers are coming from Reggie's parents' room. I creep over, cringing everytime the floor beneath me creaks. I finally get to their door, pressing my ear agianst the cold door. 

"Regulus.....girlfriend." 

"Melanie?.........pure." I frown, leaning even closer into the door. 

"No.........only Regulus.....her.....rich." What are they talking about?

"Get rid of her.........only money." My eyes go wide, and my frown deepens yet agian. Get rid of me? 

"Yes, Regulus get.........then leave." Leave? Reggie's gonna leave? Reggie's gonna leave me, get rid of me because he wants my money?

"Only money." I whisper under my breath, my eyes watering. Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry. I repeat to myself, speed walking to my room. Of course he dosen't love me, of course it wasn't true. He lied. Of course he did. I don't care how loud I am, I slam my door open and then closed. I gather my stuff, opening the closet and my suitcase. I put on some actual clothes, shoes. And speed down the stairs. 

"Master Melanie?" Kreacher questions, his eyes full of concern. I don't answer, because I know if I open my mouth then only cries will leave it. I choke on my sobs, trying to gulp them down my throat. I open the door quickly, hearing footsteps upstairs, a few shouts. 

"Mel? Mel!" Reggie's voice yells, and I slide through the door. Running through the thick snow, running down to the train station. 

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The train ride to Hogwarts is quite long, but I entertain myself. I eat, sleep, look out the window. Until finally, I arrive. My cheeks are rosy and dry from my tears, and I trudge over inside the castle. My suitcase dangles in my hand, and I sit down in the great hall. Which, is pretty empty. Most kids go home to their families for Christmas. But, looks like I'm not so alone. I take a seat beside Nate, who is reading a book. 

"Mel?" He asks with a full mouth. I smile at him, not wanting to be asked any questions. He seems to get my drift, because we eat together in silence. I finally finish eating, and me and Nate walk to the common room. 

"What brings you here?" He asks nervously, his hands in his pockets. 

"Nothing." I answer, trying to ignore the dark thoughts in my head. I swallow them down, down, down. Into the black hole that is my soul and let them disappear.

"Okay well, goodnight?" He asks, obviously confused. 

Smile Melanie, smile. "Ya, goodnight!" I reply, before running off into my dorms. I flop onto my neatly folded bed, the room is absolutely freezing. I glance at Cissa's bed, which has a silver hairbrush laying on the pillows. I glance at Bella's, her covers are all over the place. Whenever I was sad, Bella and Cissa always managed to cheer me up. Always. And even though they're not here right now, I can feel their calming presence. I can feel the pain slowly slipping away. I'm home.