Picture Perfect- Only on the outside.

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A/N: Again, I probably have Harry Potter stuff in here (It's an accident -or is it-... All of that belongs to JK Rowling). I am crazy. Mad. Insane. Odd. I know you hate this. Just stop reading now.

She fled into the world of magic. "Oh, Merlin" on her lips, instead of F-off. Not a soul heard her. Darkness filled her up inside, knowing that she would never be able to change her life, All the 2 0'clock nights. Reading on her phone under the covers. Parents would never ever find out. One of her sister did. She never found out, that because of it, the darkness was infiltrating her. But, it was such a good thing. The taste was luxurious. Everlasting. Beautiful. Addicting. Others might say it was plaguing her soul. She thought of it as coffee. Dark, luxurious addicting. But she was too young for that. It started the penetration at 11. She didn't realize her thirst for torture. At the light of midnight, no one would hear the cruelly sadistic laugh. The callous laugh that fitted her smile. One or two people saw it. They never remember that moment. scenes of the good, kind, A-plus girl, was all they saw.  

But then, she isolated herself. No friends anymore. She could strike up a conversation, but quickly leave as no one interested her anymore. The darkness had filled itself in her too quickly, and at such a young age. Merciless and cold, she read. Different types of medieval torture methods. Hidden from the ones who thought they were her friends. Even her family didn't really understand her anymore.

She was alone.

The comfort she took in books was more anyone could ever comprehend. Sure, she spent the day reading, the night doing homework, and the early light practicing. Some people would call it Dark magic. She would say Grey. After all, Lumos causes light, but she could think of a hundred ways to kill someone with such a kind spell. Everything could be used. Good or Bad. Light or Dark. Every tool in the shed could be used. They are all grey.