Addicted || Mattheo Riddle

25 || After

Octavia Lestrange

I've always been scared of dying. Not of the fact your life will end, but the questions that come with it. Is it going to hurt? How will it happen? When? If people asked me about it, I always said that I didn't care, because someday we're all dead, But sometimes when I was awake at night, I would ask myself those questions too, and I wondered how it would happen.

Those questions kept me thriving everyday, to live my life to the fullest. I always tried to make the most out of it, to party and have fun for as long as I still can, because you never know when it's all going to stop, and When it would, I wanted to look back at my life and smile, because I did everything I wanted to. 

My childhood years were spent in my bedroom most of the times. When I was four, my parents were never around. I don't think I remember when the last time was that i've seen my fathers face. They were following the orders from the dark lord and simply didn't have time to spend with me. I never understood why. 

I tried everything for them, I did good in school, made them pretty drawings or sculptures in my free time. I thought my parents cherished those drawings, until I found all of them in the trash one day, and it broke my heart. 

Then, when I got older, they started to pay attention to me. Told me what to do and what would happen when I would be older. It's when the abuse from my mother started, not only physically but mentally too. She would tell me I wasn't good enough, beat me up whenever she felt like it. I still remember the time she'd locked me up in my room for a weak, just because she didn't want to see my face. 

When I killed that girl at Beauxbatons, I think it was the only time i've made my mother proud, and it lasted about twenty minutes until she forced me to get the mark and guard that necklace. 

When I got to Hogwarts, I decided these years would be the greatest I would ever spend. I wouldn't have to see my mother for the most of the time, and I had a great friend group to spend my time with. It was great, I had fun.

So, when this moment came around, I wasn't scared to die. I had a great year to look back at, with lots of parties and time spent with friends, and those were the memories I held onto as I closed my eyes and the spell flew my way. 

But nothing happened.

I felt nothing. My body flew back and hit the ground, but I felt nothing. No pain, no Weird feeling, nothing. I doesn't feel like I'm dead.

Someone walks over to where i'm laying on the ground, kneeling down next to me. Heaving sobs escape their mouth as they cling onto me, brushing the hair out of my face and grabbing my hand, and I realize it's Mattheo. 

And it's in this moment I realize i'm not dead. 

I softly, softly squeeze Mattheo's hand, opening my eyes just the slightest bit. His eyes lock onto my face, and his mouth open's in shock. His eyes are red and tears are streaming down his face and onto my shirt, creating a wet spot. 

"My necklace" I mouth at him, not making any sound, laying on the ground as silent as I can while trying to hold my breath. 

He slips the necklace out of my shirt and opens it, grabbing the small stone inside, before slipping it into my hand. My fingers close around the stone and then I close my eyes again. 

Mattheo pulls the necklace off of my neck and then he stands up, leaving me laying there on the ground . He walks over to his father and hands him the necklace, and he puts it in his pocket without looking inside of it.

"Don't cry boy, she was useless anyways" His father says, waving with his hands. Mattheo swallows and shakes his head, shoulders slumped, his gaze stuck to the ground.