The diary of the Half-blood Prince
Entry VII:
For years, I've kept my deepest secrets bottled up inside me. If you dig deep enough, you'll find this fragile glass bottle, that says: 'Unsafe. Do not touch.' Ever so often, I uncork the bottle and let the secrets spill out. They're the same each time- a dark, black stream. I've always loved black because it has helped me conceal everything that was out in the open. I could pretend like nothing was wrong, even when things were spiralling out of control. For years, I heard strange whispers, threatening to reveal my secrets. My demons chased me, held me by the throat and threatened to tell everybody who I really was. They lay their icy cold hands on me, digging their filthy claws deeper into my skin.
Initially I tried closing my eyes to get away from it all. But they'd come back, meaner and stronger. Their fiery red eyes searching my soul, pushing me to spill the beans. I tried screaming so loud but no one around me would ever hear a thing. It was almost as if my demons had transported me to an alternate universe, a distorted, misshapen reality. A reality I was forced to believe, for so long.
Now, I shut them all out. I try to keep the bottle corked, keeping it tight shut. I cover up the scars that only I can see, the memories that the ghouls left behind. They pound their fists on doors I never knew existed inside me, but I've learned to keep them bottled shut.
I once read, that the body destroys its cells every seven years and it's lovely to think of it as this- someday, my scars won't leave any traces. I will have a body that my secrets haven't touched. Someday, I'll smash the bottle into a million, tiny pieces. Someday, I will outrun all my demons. Someday.....
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