𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐔𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬 [on hiatus !]

・。.・゜𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞: 𝐚 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞

・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。

・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。

"𝐴𝑙𝑙 𝐼 𝑤𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑖𝑠 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑚𝑝𝑎𝑔𝑛𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑢𝑛𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑒
𝐿𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑎 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒
𝑆𝑖𝑝𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑠 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝑤𝑒 𝑙𝑎𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑢𝑛𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡"

・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。

{TW: violence, but only for a short bit.}

HER PLEADS ECHOED ACROSS THE HOUSE, BUT NO ONE PAID ANY HEED.

She sat down on the cold, hard floor of her adoptive mother's room, tears pouring down her beautiful porcelain-like skin. Sweat covered her forehead and as a woman's heels sounded from in front of her, her heart began pounding faster.

"M-Mother, please..."

"Silence."

The woman pulled out her wand and pushed back her bright orange hair. "Now, where were we?"

"I'm begging you, please!" the girl cried, not meeting the woman's eyes out of fear. "I'll do anything, I won't ever complain! I promise, just please not-"

"I SAID SILENCE, ELEANOR!"

Eleanor whimpered and fell quiet. The lady circled her shivering figure, deep in thought. The girl had endured several hours of pain constantly, a little more wouldn't hurt, would it? 

Of course, it would. But the woman didn't care.

"CRUCIO!"

Her shrieks of pain filled the room again. Eleanor felt as if a thousand white-hot knives were piercing into her skin and she would slowly, slowly, bleed to death. Her muscles felt as though they were being flash-burned with acid from the inside. 

It felt as if a stake was being hammered into her lower back, the strikes radiating pain in a way that shattered her brain. She wanted to die. But that was the disappointing part. 

Death never came to her, no matter how much she tried or wished for it. She just wanted to be free from this life, from the burden she carried around her each day and night. Sometimes she had no one to talk to, no one's shoulder to cry on, no one to look out for her when she needed it most.