She could still hear her mother’s voice in her head; the screaming, the criticizing. As she sat in her and Fred’s room at the burrow, she thought of what her mother had said just moments ago.
‘You and your sister are getting nowhere in life! You two can’t seem to do anything right! Look at Percy, now yourselves. Look at Charlie, then yourselves. Look at Bill, now yourselves! You two get into nothing but trouble, all the time! You two didn’t even get nearly enough OWL’s to get a job as a secretary at the Ministry!’
Fred, of course, was only enraged by their mother’s lecture. Gloria, however, felt like she was slapped in the face, followed by a bludger to the heart. That’s how her current situation came to be. She had just sealed an envelope with Fred’s name on it with an explanation inside and was now holding a large, very sharp knife above her heart.
As she lay on her bed, a single tear rolled down the side of her face when she thought of her mother’s words once more.
She doesn’t love me, Gloria thought to herself. She brought the knife down with all of her might, plunging it through her heart. She cleared her mind of all negative thoughts, and filled it with thoughts of being in a happier place as the blood started to seep through the wound and past the knife. Her arms fell limp to her sides as seeping turned to steadily gushing, and black spots filled the corners of her vision as her blood pooled onto her front and the mattress she lay on.
Before she fell completely unconscious, the door to their room opened, and the person who held her final thought stood in the doorway. She felt the name on her lips before completely falling into darkness.
Fred.
“G-Gloria…?” Fred slowly walked to his twin sister. His knees buckled beneath him and he fell to the ground in shock. “GLORIA!” His bloodcurdling scream filled the house, and two sets of heavy footsteps thundered up to their room. In the doorway stood Bill and Charlie, both extremely shocked.
Bill, getting over the initial shock of seeing his baby sister lying in a pool of her own blood with a knife lodged into her chest, noticed an envelope with Fred’s name on it. He calmed Fred down enough to read it.
Fred,
I’m so sorry that I left you, big brother. You’ve always been there for me, but mum went too far this time. I couldn’t stand it. I never told you, but she would always put me down and criticize me when you weren’t around, and because of it, I’ve been cutting for about three months.
Tell everyone I love them. Tell mum to sod off for me. I love you, Fred, no matter what. I always will. I’ll always be with you in your heart.
I love you so much,
Gloria;
your other half, forever and always
