Messy love | Matheo Riddle

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CHAPTER 6

TW : DR$G IN&AKE ,iN@USIVE THOUGHTS, BULLYING

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CHAPTER 6- DR7GS

"Touch her and you will burn."

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FEYRE'S POINT OF VIEW:

I stared at the pack of power laid on my hands. Looking at it, I was debating if I should consume her*in or not—some muggle herb.

Sitting on the window couch, my legs were curled towards to my chest. It has been a few weeks since I have consumed hero*n and this is my last pack. I needed to wait until my dear Muggle-born friend Issac comes so that he can give me a few more.

Well, there's was still a week till school starts again and this pack seemed to be incredibly precious to me.

But I feel obligated to consume it. Or else the threat of me going lunatic scares me. I simply have grown too weak enough to be unable to deal with the strong haunting memories.

It has been a fatal habit of mine. Ever since Malfoy abandoned me, he didn't take the trauma he engraved within me along with him. The thoughts haunted me, from day to day and from night to night.
One night, my worried friend Issac, passed me a small pack, containing a white-power substance and instructed me to inhale it.

As I did, a odd feeling overwhelmed me. A feeling of cozyness and comfort settled within me. And my intriguing thoughts didn't seem as visible anymore.

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[Feyre's past - a fragment of  her traumatic memories]

My legs are dragged back into the center of the room. I stared at Dalia's feet as that was as far as my vision could go.

Suddenly I feel a fist yanking my hair forcing my face to face theirs. I stare at my sister's face, Dalia's. "You can never escape me Feyre, and it's foolish why you think you can. Until the end of time, you will be tortured by none other than me" She spats.

I look at her hands. One of them is holding a camera recording my face which is full of bruises and scars made by her. Another one is holding a curling iron. My eyes widen and I feel a sharp pain in my stomach knowing what is going to happen soon. Cries of help leave my eyes knowing there's no ending to the curse she has set on me - the curse of being her sister.

"Stop fucking weeping like a fucking baby." She punches my face once again. I cry even more but my mouth refuses to make any noise in pure fear of what will happen to me.

She sits next to me beside my soulless body lying on the ground. I have barely any energy even to be called conscious. My vision almost going to be black with my arms and legs giving up on me and my skin with terrible bruises.

She glides her curling iron down her hair and in the next second, she takes it in and presses it on my arms. It feels like my whole body is lit on fire. I scream with my sore throat only to hear laughs of pure entertainment running down my ears. Darkness erupts and the pain continues.

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I stood up with tears swelling on my face. I paced around my empty bedroom. No, this will not be me in the year, I refuse. Even though it has been a few weeks I can still feel her disgusting touch on my skin.