Speak Now sequel: Leave Me Behind (Fred Weasley Fic)

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Silence. That's all there was. Not the sound of the wind blowing, or a tap dripping, nor even the sound of the cats usual purrs could be heard. I lay in my bed staring up at the roof, while a hand rested on the cat. The full moon illuminated my room in a saddening grey, blue, but the stars did not dance- they seemed dull, and un-pretty. I let my head fall to the left, looking out of my open balcony door. I watched as a thick cloud that 5 minutes ago seemed miles away, slowly rolled across the moon, making my room fall a dark, dismal grey.

Summer holidays; I was typically found running about at the Weasley's. Running through the tall, dry grass with Ron, while Fred or George chased after us, but this was not the case this year- not this time. I couldn't even bring myself to go to the Weasley's. I hadn't spoken a word- hadn't exchanged one single letter to Fred or George since their spectacular departure, which had left me feeling more alone and saddened than I had ever been in my whole life. 'I don't want you', Fred's words played over in my mind, and shutting my eyes softly, I begged for the pain Fred had left me with to just disappear.

One single, silent tear slid down my cheek, only to be swallowed by my pillow. 'I don't want you' my mind replayed again. A large gust of wind which seemed to come from no where, slammed my balcony doors closed. I didn't flinch, I didn't jump, I just continued to stare out at the dull sky. As I started thinking of Fred again I felt as if the world was closing in on me- like I was being drowned- suffocated by those memories. I felt heavy as I slid out of my bed and made my way across the room, opening the balcony door again and I stepped out into the cool night. An unfathomable desire to escape took over me as I stared out at the rolling hills- which seemingly never ended. Turning my back on the sea of black hills, I grabbed ahold of my leather journal from my bedside table. The cat sat up now, watching me float about the room, and petting his cheek with a curled finger, I said 'goodbye', but when I made my way to the door, he followed. I softly pushed him back into the bedroom with my foot, as I silently clicked the door shut behind me. I descended the stairs slowly, being careful to not make a peep.

"Oh look, she's arisen! Congratulations!" My stepfather exclaimed sarcastically, and I looked the sad excuse of a human over before shaking my head. Darren was seated on the couch in the sitting room, watching TV while the rest of the house slept. I walked passed the sitting room archway and slipped on a pair of boots, opening the front door as I ignored him. "Woah Nelly," he called out, standing up for the first time today- I almost congratulated him on his great achievement. Inhaling a sharp, angry breath, I held it. "Where the fuck do you think you're going? It's 1:30 in the god damn morning." He snapped, and he immediately slammed the heavy door in front of me. Hitting my breaking point- which was never too far away these days, I exhaled and harshly I pulled the door back open and knocked him out of my way.

"Go choke, Darren." I hissed, and as I walked out onto the drive, I offered him the finger over my shoulder.

"Hey, don't get yourself killed while you're out! It'd be a great loss!" He sarcastically yelled after me before he slammed the door, causing me to flinch. Darren's harsh words weren't something that bothered me anymore. After Fred leaving me, I'd felt nothing. I was numb everyday, every hour, every second- but none the less, the confrontation caused my hands to shake. I paused and took a moment before continuing up the driveway. The tinkle of bells alerted me to the cat's presence before he meowed to let me know himself. I sighed and looked down at the black cat beside me, and then glanced up at my balcony, where the doors were open and my curtains were being sucked out into the night.