Loving you forever ||D.M. {{Finalized}}

Chapter 48

Warning: tendency of suicide!

*Y/n pov*

When we wanted to go inside, our bodies collided with an invisible wall, my hands pressed against it swallowing hard, not wishing to turn around.

Y/n: Wha–what is this?

My voice trembled and I knew the answer. But I still asked.

Then confirmation was coming from Bellatrix. Her evil laughter filled my lungs, making me desperately search for oxygen.

Bellatrix: You really though I would leave a work undone?

She was almost laughing with tears. We were both facing her, begging her with our eyes to let us go. But a part of me wanted it, even desired it.

Y/n: What work?

I found myself saying.

Bellatrix smirked at me playing with her wand continously between her fingers, followed by her gaze settling on Draco.

Bellatrix: Draco knows.

She was doing it on purpose. She wanted to trigger something.

Bellatrix: Right Draco?

I looked at him. His face was pale and his jaw was tensed with anger. I knew that kind of anger.

Anger which you can't unshackle, like the others were the key, and didn't allowed you to release it.

I slowly shook his hand, his eyes were fixed of his aunt. Murderous eyes.

Bellatrix: Oh, I'm sorry Drake.

Her voice couldn't possibly be trusted, eyes pierced through me, then through him. She was waiting to do something.

Draco: What?

He asked confused, surprise escaping by mystake from his voice.

Bellatrix: For this–

Her hand raised and casted a nonverbal spell, Draco's body thrown a couple of steps away. He desperately searched for his wand, but Bellatrix laughted and took it with a quick spell from him without blinking.

Draco tried getting up and I gasped when I realized he was caught there, with no way out. I was sticked to the invisible wall, eyes terrified.

Draco: Let her go!

He ordered, but Bellatrix didn't even flinch. She just kept coming closer.

Bellatrix: I will let you go after I finish what I started. I'm doing your mother a favor.

She addressed him.

Y/n: What?!

This was too much to handle.

Draco: My mother never desired anything from you, or have anything to do with you!

Bellatrix snorted, curls of black strands blowing in the wind.

Bellatrix: For Lucius of course. This little bitch will get what she deserves for putting your father in Azkaban.

Tears rolled down my cheeks, sobbing loudly.

Y/n: W-what? Did I–that was you were so afraid to tell me, Draco? Because I can't—

Draco: No, no, no, no, Y/n! It was never your fault! Please—

Bellatrix: Bullshit. Let's get this over with, shall we?

Draco: No! I swear to Merlin—

Y/n: Yes.

Empty. Nothing was holding me back. Preventing me for keep living.

Draco: What?! No! Y/n, I won't let you do that!

Y/n: Y-you can't stop me Draco.

I cried.

Y/n: Do it already!

I yelled.

Bellatrix: Sadly for you, I won't kill you.

My face fell. Time stopped.

Bellatrix: But I will make you suffer. Crucio!

*Draco pov*

Draco: No!!

I yelled, eyes couldn't open themselves as I heard her soft voice that once told me she loved me, was now screaming like the whole world would end.

Her body for sure collided with the cold, hard floor, endless screams echoing through my head. My heart pulsing my blood, tears streaming down for the second time in my life.

I love you, I wanted to say, but I knew she wouldn't hear me no matter how much I tried. I just stood there, like a fool, not being able to watch her, not being able to help her. An innocent soul, tortured without mercy.

*Y/n pov*

Milions and millions of daggers pierced through my body, but no blood was shielded. No words were spoken. Even if I had so many that were sitting, waiting for me to release.

Only my screams were auditable. Only  pain. A wave of sorrow. And I found myself begging, pleading for her to kill me already. To spare me from this world. And I thought—

If it was my choice. How the world would have been? How our existence would have been. No— not existence. Life. A term I never experienced yet. But I would have. In another life perhaps.

A life with friendship, family. . . love. The list would go on and on. But why waste my time thinking of something that is never going to happen? But why would I focus on the present? Why would I want to focus on pain? There is no answer. Life is a question, an equation, and you never know when it hits you, forcing you to take a decision you will probably regret later. . . Because of hurry. Because time is precious. You never know when it passed. What did you do today? What did you do today to change this world? To change yourself?

Bellatrix casted the curse again and again, and I choosed. Because of time. I focused on the present. I focused on life, sometimes it might be impossible, but you need to accept it. I needed to accept my designation.

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