There's a sense of utter regret. When you hate yourself more than anything. And you're not sure why. There are too many reasons to. So many little and sometimes, gigantic things. They pile up and you are not sure when it will be enough to make you explode.
She was almost a stranger to that emotion. She only knew it from books until the moment his eyes were raw and all she wanted was for him to hold her. To tell him she had been broken and she remember him and that it was all a lie.
Make him suffer
A strangely familiar voice said inside her.
She was laying down on the bed while Harry took the couch. They had both agreed it had been a rather long day for her and she needed some rest.
He was all she knew. All she had. Part of her wanted to get out of bed and hug him and cry and let him have all of her.
Another part was ready to see him suffer a way no one else could ever suffer.
And Poppy didn't quite know what part she really wanted to listen to.
She almost screamed in desperation. But he couldn't know she was bad again. Because he would send her back.
And she couldn't take that.
No, no, no.
It had to be tonight.
It had to end tonight.
So she got off the bed slowly. Without making a sound.
She opened and closed the door, hoping happiness would be found.
She reached to the kitchen, knife in her hand.
She looked at the boy.
"Kill him. Kill him." The voices said.
"Stop. Stop." You're just in my head.
She faintly kissed the boy goodnight. He stirred but was asleep.
She decided to prove, she could not be beat.
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MADNESS // COMPLETE
Teen FictionMadness : a state of severe mental illness You broke me. I have no choice but to break you back. ~ Love is dangerous. Love is madness. INSANITY SERIES PART 1 C O M P L E T E // U N E D I T E D
