𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 | 𝐑.𝐖 ✔︎

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

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From the perspective of an outsider, I may have appeared lifeless or as if I was just a few mere moments away from entering that stage. Hours passed - No, I was not aware of the exact amount of hours that passed but I knew
that it was well over one or two. My breath was heavy and unsteady as I laid on the ground, my body in the same spot from earlier,

Defeat overcame me and I'd accepted it, wanting whatever I was about to get - even had it been death. That would be better than being underneath an roof with someone who tortured and threatened to kill me.

Anything would be better than just walking around on my toes, not knowing if today was
going too be the day that Stephanie made the unhinged decision to curse me again.

I could feel the lack of air my lungs was receiving up my hurting spin - scratch that, every place in my body could feel the lack of needed air that I'm receiving.

Could the Cruciatus Curse kill someone? Neville's parents were driven too insanity by the torturing curse but never died. It made me wonder if it this was just a mental thing? Had I just mentally given up and wanted death?

This hadn't even been the first time that Stephanie had hurt me physically - and it probably won't be the last - but it has never felt this punishing before.

The first happen was when I was finally becoming a first year, I'd been so happy about going to Hogwarts, and I'd just went to get my wand with Claudette. I remember me running
around my fathers home so vividly, screaming
and giggling as I'd waved it around.

My father was out a business trip for the weekend and my mother was just home, I mistakenly ran inside of their bedroom without knocking and interrupted something-that was the first time I knew about Stephanie's affairs, but not the last time that she harmed me into not telling my father something important.

For example, like the little problem that she had with stuffing stuff up her nose - or even drinking so much to the point where she slept in her own vomit sometimes. Something inside of me grows angry - knowing everything that is
wrong with Stephanie and she shamed me and
practically imprisoned me for being with Ron,
even though were not harming anyone,

Stephanie got her happy ending and hurt nearly everyone in the process and no one besides me seems to shame her for that; At times I even think my father would take her back had she came one night.

It wasn't fair, not fair that I'm just stripped away from what I want because who I want isn't seen as acceptable in our screwed society.
For Merlin's sake, the man who leads those prejudice people around did not even come from two Pureblood or overly rich families.
Sometimes, I believe I am the only person around here with reasonable common sense.

My eyes slowly trail down at an familiar tickling feeling by my ankle. Juno rubbed himself against me, purring ever so softly. During the past months my cat was the only source of comfort that I'd had.

No one had written me - not Theo, not Jennifer, not Blaise, and surely not Ron - though I didn't expect him to write - I did want him to write but I didn't expect it.

But I wondered why he didn't; had he just categorized what we did as an school fling? Was everything that happened between us two
not as important to him as it was too me? Was I living in misery for no reason?

Perhaps he'd gotten back with Lavender, or realized he's better off with Hermione Granger.
I'd understand if he did - She was beautiful, so
smart and compared too me she was an saint.
Hermione is an Gryffindor like him which
means they have way more things in common than the two of us do - perhaps it's better if the two of them were together.