Bedtime stories

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Wednesday, July 3, 1969

Time blurs. I don't care. I don't leave my room and nobody comes to see me. The curtains are pulled tight and no light enters into my room or into my heart. It's drowning. My heart is drowning in despair, in hopelessness, in darkness, in pain. In all and nothing.

My sister left us. She left me. Andromeda knew I hated the family and its traditions as much, even though from different views and yet she abandoned me.

And I scream at the nothingness. And I cry at the feelings. And I try to hold on to what once made me happy.

I think about my twisted Mother. Who would manipulate and control her children like animals to create beasts. I shout more.

A mother who beat her own children, who cursed and spat at them. Who punished her children with inhuman tortures. And yet we held back.

Even when she...

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