What's a Riddle?

Tom

     | Warning: This chapter mentions depression, self harm, child neglect, traumatic death, and trauma. If you're sensitive to any of these topics. Either read with caution, or go to the next chapter. You could also find another book to read. It's not my intention to trigger anyone in anyway. |

    When I woke up I didn't feel Roxanne's body in the bed. Instead, she was at the desk and it looked like she was writing. "Roxy?" She snapped her head backwards, and I saw tears barely forming in her eyes. "What's wrong?" "Nothing I just had a nightmare." "Do you want to talk about it?" "Who actually talks about nightmares?" "People talk about their feelings...sometimes." "Wow that's great. Now try to find something I actually care about." "Fine. Would you like to go for a walk?" "I've walked around your chambers over and over again. I don't need to do it again." "That's why I'm asking. You've been here for quite some time. So I can take you for a walk outside." "You mean like the outside world?" "Yeah. Like the outside world."I'm ready!" She jumped out of her chair, and ran to the door. "Let me get dressed before we go." "We'll hurry up before I run out." "Go ahead. You don't know the way out." She ran out the door, while I walked back to my room to change.
    After I finally got changed, I went down to the basement to find Roxy throwing rocks at the door. "It's not going to work, darling." "Open the fucking door!" "I'll open it if you ask nicely." "Please open the door." "Get on your knees a plead." "Why would I do that?" "If you want me to walk with you. Get on your knees and beg." She looked at me with anger, but she eventually did it. "Please open the door." "Much better." I helped her up, and walked her to the door. "So how do you open this?" "It's not anything you will understand, darling." I started to speak in Parseltongue, and the door slowly opened. When it fully opened, I looked back at her. She had a confused look on her face which made me chuckle. "What the fuck did you just say?" "It's Parseltongue." "Do you mean that snake language?" "Yes." "How the fuck am I supposed to learn that?" "Well that's the point. Also Parseltongue has been in my family for years. So we use it for these types of things." "Yeah I don't give a shit." "Typical."
While on the walk we didn't really speak any words. She just kept looking around the outside fascinated by the beauty. She didn't even act like I was there, or even look at me. I could tell she wanted to run right here right now, but she didn't. She stayed right next to me. "Thank you for taking me out here." "I felt it was necessary." "Why?" "I can just tell you're not the person who can deal with being inside all the time." "Yeah. I've always liked to be around the outside. Because when I'm inside, everything seems to go wrong." "I really don't have a choice for my life." "What do you mean?" "My dad has so much control over me. He can decide if he wants me to live or not." "Why don't you fight back?" "Because I'm scared of him." "I can understand that." "I want to take you somewhere really important to me." "Why?" "Because I just want to." "Fine."
I walked her over to a cliff that I used to visit all the time when I was younger. "Come. Sit." She sat down next to me looking out to the view. "The cliff is beautiful." "I would come out here when I needed to feel like myself. I thought I would show you." "Cliffs are interesting to me." "Why?" "Because they're so dangerous, but they show so much beauty. It's a nice combination." "What was the dream you had?" "Ummm. It's wasn't really a dream. It was a flashback." "What was the flashback?" "It was about my mother, and how she died." "How did she die?" "She fell off a cliff, and got crushed. She fell off because I was practicing a spell. I'll never use that spell again." "What happened?" "She was the sweetest woman I ever knew. She was also a really loving and mysterious person. She treated me like an equal. When Harry was adopted by us, my father became attached to him. He really loved him because of how special Harry is. So he would always forget I was in the room. He never would make time to tell me how much he cared about me. But my mother would remind me that one day he will suffer. When my dad found out I was in Slytherin, he wasn't exactly pleased. Except my mother. She thought I would be a really good witch in the future. So she would take me to a beautiful meadow that had a cliff. I would practice with Harry, and I would learn everything I needed to know. Before second year she was teaching us spells, and Harry went off to get some food. I made a huge mistake and my mother fell off the cliff. Once I got down to the bottom she had a rock crushing her stomach. I removed it because she told me to, and I wanted to get help but she wanted me to stay with her. So I did stay even though I cast a distress signal. My father and his friend came by in an hour because they must've noticed we've been gone for way too long. Harry was there but he didn't see her because they didn't give him the opportunity. It was too late to save her, and I was the one to see her die. I remember having the worst attack of my life. After this whole experience I became depressed, and tried to find ways to stop feeling numb. I would cut myself if I was trying to get my emotions out, and it wouldn't work." "I'm really sorry about your mom." "I know you are." "My whole life I've always wanted to find someone who went through something horrible. But I couldn't find anyone who really struggled with life." "What are you trying to say?" "I think you're the thing I was looking for my whole life. But I can't have it." "What?" "You can never be happy around me, and you can never be free around me. So I'm letting you go. I wasn't told by my father to do so, but I think I've hurt you enough. I'm letting you leave. You can start running now. I know you were trying to hold back." She looked at me with the look that had no emotion. But she didn't say anything else. She stood up and walked away from me. I could hear her footsteps going father away from me. It was the worst pain I've ever experienced. I could feel my tears burning my flesh. But I knew I did the right thing. She didn't deserve to suffer. She deserved to be free.