4 June 1985
Melaine's P.O.V
"Girl! Come here at once!"
I stopped washing the dishes, dried my hands on my scruffy jeans and stuffed my hands in the pockets if my grey-blue hoodie and walked as fast as I could without running to Father. He hated it when I ran but also when
I was slow.
"Yes Father."
"What is this?" He asked his breath reeking of alcohol holding up a bloodied towel and a razor. MY bloodied towel and razor.
I gulped. He found them.
"I found these in your room, show me your arms, SHOW ME!"
I showed him my arms that had pink glittery scars and some darker pink-red ones from a week or two ago.
He stared at me angrily, then he smirked maliciously,
"You like cutting don't you? Well then come with me," he picked up the blood-rusted razor, and dragged me into the bathroom and sat me in the bathtub, he turned the handle and lit a piece of paper with his lighter, he held it under the faucet and suddenly freezing cold water streamed out of it,"give me your wrist." He said threateningly. I complied.
He brought the razor across my left wrist, one time, two times, three times, 7times. Each cut exactly on top of the last. My blood gushed down the side of the tub as drops of it created patterns in the cold water. Satisfied, he stood up and left, to go cook his dinner. Thinking I was dead. That was his first mistake, no his first mistake was cooking dinner on an open fire.
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Merope Riddle Jr
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