What's a Riddle?

Roxanne

     | Warning: This chapter has a flashback with self harm, and child neglect. If your sensitive to these two topics please go to the next chapter, pick another book to read, or read with caution. It's not my intention to trigger anyone. |

While walking up the stairs with Tom, I was holding my throat. The scary thing is he wasn't even trying to put too much pressure, but yet I know he could hurt me more. Now I did grow up in a nice place. I liked in a gorgeous house with a beautiful lake and garden. My parents made just enough money for me to live a good life. But this place was the most expensive thing I've ever seen in my life. It was basically screaming "I'm fucking rich!" The walls were a dark green crystal walls with a gorgeous shine. There were chandeliers in almost every single room. The floors were crystal as well, but they didn't make my feet cold. There were exactly seven bedrooms, seven bathrooms, seven dungeons, seven areas where you could either eat or sit down, and the whole place was either colored black, dark green, or silver. Overall this place was fucking beautiful. I've never been so enchanted by an underground dungeon type home. I always expected anything underground to be disgusting or not being capable for people to live in. "Do you like it?" I looked at him and decided to hold my tongue because I didn't want him to know that I was amazed by it. "I'll take that as a yes." He grabbed my arm and led me downstairs again. This time we entered a huge room with snake statues, and a huge statue of Salazar Slytherin. "What's this?" "This is where I keep my basilisk." "Why do you keep him down here?" "Because this is the environment he likes. I have to leave tomorrow, and I suggest you don't do anything stupid. Tomorrow I'm releasing the basilisk from its cage, and he will stay here. Because this is the only way to get out of the chambers. He has wonderful hearing so don't try to sneak past him." I was happy he was leaving for tomorrow, but I'm planning to escape. It's going to be really hard to sneak past his little pet. "Hello?!" "What?" "Do you understand?" "Yes." "Good."
       While he was working I feel asleep on the couch, but when I woke up I was in my bedroom again. No, not my dorm. My bedroom in this dungeon. The room was all clean again, and I could feel myself start to cry. I was crying because I saw the scar on my arm. This scar was about two years old, and I accidentally opened it a little from yesterday. If you have no idea where I received that scar..it was from me hurting myself. It was possibly the work time of life. It was over summer break going into 4th year. Harry came home from saving the world or whatever he does, and it was also the anniversary of my mother's death. I think you can expect I was very upset, and all I needed was love from my family. But here's the problem. When you have a kid who is always depressed, and isn't as successful as your step brother. It's really fucking hard for your real father to notice your existence. I remember the entire day like it happened yesterday.
"Dad, would you like to do some reading with me?" "Not now Roxanne, I have work to do." "Oh ok." Harry walks in with a huge smile on his face. "Hey Sirius!" "Harry, so good to see you. Would you like to walk down to Diagon Alley?" "Why?" "School will be coming up in a few weeks, and I just want to get you a gift." "Sure." "Uh dad?" "What is it Roxanne?" "You just said you can't spend time with me, but now that Harry is here-." "Roxanne don't be like that. You know how much Harry works compared to you. I was busy, and now I'm not." "That's fucking bullshit!" "Don't swear in my house!" "Seriously dad, you've been giving Harry more love since I was ten years old." "Be quiet Roxanne." "I mean for fuck sake the least you could do is give me some attention. We live in the same house and we barely say one word to each other. I'm your fucking real daughter. Why can't you just give me half as much attention as Harry. You can't even give me a little. Harry isn't even your real son-." "Enough Roxanne!! Maybe if you were just as successful as Harry I could be more proud to call you my daughter. Just maybe get your life together Roxanne. My own daughter is nothing in regards to being successful. Even Harry's friends are successful. You only have one friend. Get more friends, and be more successful. But most importantly...get a life!" "Don't act like you're a good father, and don't act like you were a good husband-." Sirius grabbed my face in anger. "You will not bring your darkness into my life." He let go of me, and walked out the door with Harry. I could feel the tears burning my face, and I could feel my life draining away. Sometimes I wonder if I disappeared if life would be easier for them. They wouldn't have to hold their tongue about what they really think about me. But my fathers words really hurt me, and I felt like the only solution was..death. While walking to the bathroom I destroyed a part of the mirror, and used a glass shard to make a small cut. Tears started to roll down my face again, and it felt like nothing. That's what scared me. No matter how much I made my wound deep it wouldn't be enough to make me feel anything.
I didn't even realize that Tom was behind me. I was so lost thinking about my past I didn't hear him come into my room. "Why are you crying?" "What do you want?" "I noticed the scars on your arm when I first took you. I don't think I need to know how you got them." "You don't need to know anything about me." "Don't destroy your room again Roxy. I'm not in the mood to spend more money to fix your problems." He walked out of my room while I wiped the tears off my face. I hated getting flashbacks of my past, and I wish they never existed. Things are still the same with my dad, and I still cut myself when the pain gets to be too much. But I still try everyday to mend myself back together. It barely works.

(Note: If you were confused about what just happened I'll give you a brief explanation. Roxy was in her room in the dungeon where Tom Riddle kidnapped her. She saw the scar on her arm which is about two years old from her own hand. She thought about what caused herself to make that scar. Once she's done with the thought she's crying and Tom Riddle is behind her. She didn't even notice he walked into the room. )