This Can Never Be Real || George Weasley

Two

𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫: 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐲 𝐤𝐨𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞

TW: self harm

There is a girl who is crippled by anxiety and sadness, and can't move when she looks in the mirror.

She smiles when everyone is looking, but cries when she's alone.

She hides because she's terrified to show herself...

My world is so empty.

My world is so big and cold.

I want joy and hope.

Clean air where I can finally breathe.

But I can't have that, can I?

"Hey, Zell. I'm gonna take your blood pressure."

I sat up sleepily and sadly in bed, turning on the TV as my aunt wrapped a band around my around.

"It's time to get ready for school, honey," she said gently, soothing my back. I yawned and nodded, waiting for her to leave the room and beginning to put on some clothes.

First day of the third year of Hogwarts, and I wasn't excited.

Usually, I would be.

But ever since I had moved in with my aunt and uncle, it reminded me too much of my mother and father.

I walked down the stairs and Mary smiled, setting down her cup of coffee and setting a plate of eggs toward me, which I declined, making a face.

"I'm not hungry, thanks." I said, pushing the plate back towards her.

At that moment, Hailey, Mary's daughter, came down the stairs and ruffled my hair. She was in fifth year and was probably the smartest Ravenclaw I'd ever met.

"Hey, Zell," she said, pulling her hair over her head and pouring herself a cup of coffee, rubbing her eyes.

"Excuse me, Young Lady, What Are you drinking?" My aunt Mary asked Hailey as she took a sip.

"Coffee?"

"Why?"

She scoffed. "Uh, mum... this is my O.W.L year, I'm gonna need it. Might as well get used to it as I drive me and Zell to the platform." She looked at me and jerked her head in the way of the stairs. "Go get your trunk."

I walked upstairs without reply and walked into the bathroom, flipping on the switch to see my figure.

I puffed out a harsh breath and sighed, seeing large bags under my eyes and new pimples pop up on my forehead. My hair hadn't been washed either.

I looked like shit.

"Hailey?" I called down to her, hanging onto the door frame.

"What, G?"

"Do I have enough time to shower and get my shit done before we leave?"

"Uh, yeah—"

"Language!" Mary called.

"Thanks!"

I yawned and closed the door, turning on the shower and peeling off my clothes.

—-

Dark.

Evil.

Black.

Daughter of a murderer.

Disgraceful.

The thoughts returned to me while I was just trying to shower.

The voice that spoke this darkness loved to speak up when I was alone, or if it was quiet. This was exactly why I had been insisting I, meaning Fred, George, and myself, start planning some of the best pranks ever. It usually meant lots of noise, joy, and laughter.