What's a Riddle?

Roxanne

    | Warning: This chapter has a very strong mention of rape, starvation, child abuse, depression, etc. 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. |

      I walked back to my old house, and it looked so dark and depressing. Because now no one is living there. I walked into the house, and ran into my mothers secret room. I followed all her instructions. I found the loose floorboard. When I lifted the board I saw a piece of paper that looked extremely old.

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   "August 14th 1992. Hello to whoever is reading this, I'm assuming my children. I'm going to tell you the story of my life, and how it all changed.
  I grew up in a poor family with no money, and barley any food. I had four brothers, and two sisters. All who are dead to this day from my father. My father was a very anger and vengeful man. All he wanted to do was hurt me and my siblings, and he did it very well. He would lock my brothers in the attic for days without food or water, and would throw my sisters in closest for hours. But his main victim wasn't my mother, it was me. He wouldn't throw me in an attic, or in a closet. He would rape me, and beat me with the metal on his belt. He knew that my brother or my sisters would stop him if they saw what he was doing. That's why he shoved them in places, and didn't let them out. Whenever I would hear the noises of screaming children and the locking of a door. I knew that was the sign he was about to use me.
  He would walk into my room, and shove me against my bed frame. He loved to be extremely rough with me, and make me bruise. That's all he ever desired was to hurt me, and make me cry. Every time he raped me, it was like a knife cutting me from the inside. I hated him, but I was powerless over him. And one day the absolute worst thing happened. While he was sleeping with me, my siblings were able to escape from the attic or closet. And they tried to get him to stop, but we were nine years old. We didn't know how to fight, or do anything to protect ourselves. And he pulled away from me, and when I stood up I saw him stabbing my siblings multiple times. I watched their deaths, and he walked over to me with the knife. I grabbed a letter opener from the table next to me, and I stabbed his throat. I watched the blood pour out of his neck, and could feel myself shaking as I saw him die in front of me as well.
   I ran out of the house, and stayed in a small cabin by a lake for weeks. Until a nice family found me, and brought me into their home. They gave me food, water, a place to sleep, and love. It's something I never experienced before in my life, and it's something I never thought I would feel. It was around the age of eleven when I started to notice my gifts. And my brand new family noticed them as well. I was sent to Hogwarts under their name. Marlene McKinnon. But my darling. My real name is Marlene Couvet. I hate using that name as it is a reminder of my father. But I thought you should know my real name. I never did see my mother again. She ran away from home when I was six years old. I'm assuming she's dead, but I could care less. I'm used to acting like there is nothing wrong because I knew you deserved the world. I apologize for not telling you sooner, and I wish I could've told you face to face. I truly love you, and I hope to see you soon. -Mother."
  
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   I felt myself swallow hard, to think my mother went through all that torture makes me realize how much I wanted to hug her and make her feel better. I needed to see her, but I couldn't. I've been crying for so long I'm fully out of tears. My lover is dead, my parents are gone, and there is nothing left for me. I know what I need to do.