Sirius moved out a few days ago. I think he took the last of my fight out with him.
There's something about Gryffindors that make you want to stand up straighter. Fight alongside them and throw caution to the wind. When he left it was like he took the sunshine and all the air with him. I still feel like I can't breathe.
Although, it could be because Father had his hands around my neck not half an hour ago.
Another thing. Sirius was always a shield. When you stand you become a target on the battlefield, and that shield was gone. Regulus was the favorite, they wouldn't dare hurt him. But me? I was the mistake.
"Useless, worthless, little girl!"
"At this rate we'd be lucky to marry you off to a Halfblood!"
"Almost as bad as that filthy little blood traitor."
Get out.
Getting off the floor shouldn't be this hard. But you know, there's something comforting about hitting rock bottom. You've got nothing left to lose, no further to fall. You hit the ground and you stay there. You could get up, or you could not. If you get up there's always the risk of falling again.
He would've gotten up.
Fighting. Kicking and scratching his way out of this horrible house. Bruised and bleeding, still he would stand.
But he was gone.
For the first time since he left, I let myself cry. The feeling was all too familiar, although the tears were unusual. My sobs are always silent. You learn to quiet them at a young age.
Curling in on myself I let it all go.
He was gone. He left me. I couldn't blame him for it. He had an opportunity to get out for years, and he finally took it.
And yet I can't help but hate him for it.
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