What's a Riddle?

Roxanne

| Warning: This chapter has some violence that may be disturbing to some readers. If you're sensitive to this. 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. |

         I could feel the fear rushing through me like a fucking storm. I haven't been this nervous since I was waiting for my father to get home after the accident. Tom was actually really terrifying..and now that I know he was given a task to kill me. Makes me think if he's actually going to do it. We walked into my old room, and he sat on the edge of the bed. I know this sounds psychotic to say..but I grabbed the knife off my dresser. The one he gave me. I tucked it into my the back of my bra. When he looked up from the ground, I walked slowly towards him. "Come here Roxy." I got closer to him, and he positioned me to straddle him. "There you are. You're so fucking beautiful." "Tom, please tell me what the task is." "Sit down next to me." I sat down on the bed next to him, and pulled the knife out of my bra and into my sleeve while his head was turned. "I want you to know that my father is an asshole." "Yeah I guessed that." "He's always giving me these tasks that don't make sense because they aren't me. My whole life has been wrapped around his plot to take over, and for me to follow with him. But it's not what I desire, but yet I still can't find a way out." "Why don't you just get some supplies, and leave? I mean you don't have the death eater mark." "I don't have it now, but that doesn't mean he doesn't know where I go." "Well why don't you tell me the task he gave you, and we can find a way out of this." "I don't need to tell you Roxy." "Why not?" He looked at me with tears in his eyes. And after some time he let those tears fall down his cheeks. I've never seen him cry before. "You already know what the task is." "What do you mean?" "I know you were up there with my letters. I saw the owl fly away when I was outside." He tried to grab my arm, and I jumped up from the bed looking at him. He let out a sinister laugh, and wiped away his tears. "Roxy, you don't have to be scared of me." He stood up. "Sit down and be honest with me. Don't be a fucking dick!" He grabbed the chair from the desk and sat down. I was still a little scared, and I went to the edge of the bed. "Face me." I pointed to where I was sitting before, and he sat down facing me. "I-I...I've thought about you ever since you took me. But what I've thought changed as the days went on. When you first took me, I was wondering why did he take me. After a few weeks I was wondering what you've been through in your life to make you be the way you are. Around the second month I was thinking about how much I truly cared about you. Now I'm wondering if after the connection you made. If would would actually want to hurt me." "I would never want to hurt you, Roxy. I know you think I do what to hurt you, but that doesn't mean I can't. I know I have the opportunity to kill you right now. But it doesn't mean I don't want you. I think about you ever since I was told you kidnap you. I studied who you were as a person, and figured out a way to take you. It just took me a long time to figure out how much I didn't want to hurt you." Tom is very overwhelming if you take him in all at once. I put my body on the bed laying down. I heard him stood up, and lay down next to me. "Well now you know that my father wants me to kill you." "Yeah." He faced towards me with his whole body, and I did the same. He put his cold hand on the side of my face. "I've never done anything like this. I've never been sentenced to death." "It's alright. I know what-." He was sliding towards me, and I pulled the knife out and placed it on one side of his stomach. "Wow." He looked down at the knife, and laughed. "That's rude." "Oh yeah?" "You can't, Roxy." I looked at him. "I can." Without another word, I shoved the knife into the side of his stomach. He started gasping and looking down at the knife. I got on top of him while still holding the knife. He was breathing very heavily, and whimpering. He looked up at me with a tear going down his cheek. "I really liked you, Roxy." My face went numb at his words, when I realized he was never going to hurt me. "It really hurts. I'm begging you...please don't pull the knife." I've never stabbed anyone before, and I freaked out. So without thinking I pulled the knife out of his stomach. "What the fuck!!! What did I just say to you?!" He put his hand on his stomach, and I realized he was bleeding a lot. My breathing increased, and I threw the knife on the ground. "Oh shit. I'm sorry. Put your hand there. Don't remove it. I'm going to get a towel from the bathroom. Please wait there!" I ran to the bathroom looking for a towel. I finally found one, and when I went back to the room there was blood on the bed, and Tom wasn't there. "Tom?"
    I ran to the kitchen following the blood drips on the floor, and I ran into a elf. "Master Riddle has left miss." I looked at the elf. "Where did he go?" "He transported out. Most likely to go be with his father." "Can I get there?" "They will kill you if go there. I suggest you go home." "Is he going to be alright?" "I don't think he will live miss. I suggest you go." The elf disappeared, and I could feel my tears falling down my face. I may have killed him. But one thing is for sure. I need to get back home. I ran out the exit, and walked for hours. When I got back up to ground I saw Hogwarts. I could feel myself cry again to the thought of Tom being dead. I've killed him. I know he's dead.

    To be continued.....