Harry Potter One-shots

No Pairing: The Insanely Loveable:

Warning: This is just plan disturbing. I am a fucked up human. I'm so sorry XD. Caution of Rape, abuse, Suicidal thoughts, gore and plain insanity.

Author's Note: If you wanna read the continuing chapters I made, comment on the actual Fanfic that I made it on, it's very AU and quite OOC, but I personally really like the story line. hehe

I sat doing the dishes while the you ate. My stomach growled and that was all it took for you to relish in my screams of pain. My pleads. My whimpers. All you did was taunt me while I begged for you to stop, to let me go. You said that if I was such a good freak then why couldn't I stop you? You had spat it at me.

Because I don't have my wand, I'm not a good wizard. I'm simply a little innocent, well, once was an innocent boy, expected to save a world that has only done one thing for me. Take me away from you, I wanted to say. But I couldn't. My mouth was full. Full of a disgusting part of you.

I wanted to throw up. I wanted to run from you. I wanted to hide. I wanted to go to him more than you. He'd likely off me quicker, less painful, less tears on my behalf. Please let me go. I don't want you to hurt me like this anymore. I want the friends I don't have. The grandfatherly man I don't have. The Godfather I don't have. The parents I don't have. The love I don't have.

I've given up on the idea of love. Such a cruel thing. I'd rather them hate me and stay in eyesight, without pain if I was lucky, then love me and disappear. Because then I wouldn't be hurting as much. I'd hate you. And I do. So much. So very much. But I can't escape you.

You're tugging my hair aggressively, telling me to shut up, to be quiet or I'll wake the neighbor's. I wish they'd awake. I wish they'd save me from you. But they won't. No matter how much I scream, they won't save me.

Dumbledore told them not to. That everything's ok. They're not. They're horrible. Terrible. Painful. I want to cry, but you won't let me. You tell me that freaks don't cry. Freaks just take what they deserve. Do I deserve this? Do I deserve my space to be breached, what's left of my innocence torn from me, the last of my families hatred?

My friends don't like me anymore. They think I'm whiny when I try to tell them what you do to me. It never went this far, but they still didn't believe me. I showed them the marks you imprinted onto the pale skin of my chest. 'Glamour' they said. Glamour my ass. Then again, I wish it was glamour.

You're finally done. My minds broken now. My body beaten and taken to your own enjoyment. My sheets are covered in blood and semen. Do I wash them? Or will you make me sleep in my despair? I don't know why I can't process your words. They are all but white noise.

'Stupid...Never been born...Filthy mother...Boneless father...Friends now?' Is all I made out. I simply looked at you. You sneered. My face hurts now. You hit it again. I think you broke my nose. I can't tell. I can only feel. Feel the blood rushing into the back of my throat as I lay there on the ground, wondering how long until I'll die. Will it be a couple seconds? Minutes? Hours? Will you be able to damage me once more before I die?

I can't help but reach for them. I hid them from you. The pills. Once you leave the room, I sit up, letting the blood from my mouth dribble down my chin and onto my dirty shirt. I can't find my pants. Thought it doesn't matter. No one will care once it's done. None will mourn about my running. None will cry. Fake tears maybe. Maybe. That's all I know. Maybe the twins will care, though, unlikely. I care for the twins. I feel sorry for leaving in such a hurry. I'll see them again. Hopefully one day.

I spat out the blood from my mouth and crawled to my desk. I must write. Write something to him. A promise. He'll be happy. Very happy. I feel glee elope me at the thought. How much he will be happy about this. The rare happiness he'll receive since his birth.