You're back (a Harry Potter fanfic)

Help me (Charlotte POV)

Charlotte pov 

4 privet drive. 

warnings: abuse, self-harm, suicidal thought, rape 

" you useless child. we should have dropped you off at an orphanage while we had the chance" said uncle Vernon, giving me a few kicks to the chest. 

I know not to cry anymore. that just results in more pain. after years and years, you get used to it. 

" Vernon, what do you suppose we do with her. she can't go back to school looking like that. people will ask questions" said aunt petunia 

"I think it's time we get rid of her," said Vernon 

" no one knows she lives here except her friends," said Vernon 

" We can't do that just yet, it's too early in the holidays," said petunia 

I start to panic. I should have killed myself when I had the chance. it's better than being killed by this monster. but I don't want to die. I try screaming but Vernon muffles my screams. 

" We could give her to Dudley. let him and piers do what they want to her". 

oh shit. no, no-no-no. please no. two boys and a teenage girl in the same bedroom can't mean anything good. I already lost my virginity to the toad I call my uncle. 

suddenly the phone rings and aunt petunia steps out to answer it. a few minutes later she comes back into the kitchen, where I can here uncle Vernon getting angry. please no... I can't deal with the pain.

" oh, your in for it now girl" yells uncle Vernon storming into the kitchen. he pulls me up by the collar and throws me against a wall. 

"I have been demoted in the business. I was a sure candidate for CEO but you had to go and ruin it didn't you, you fucking bastard" he yells in my face 

"I didn't- d-do-any-y-thing" I stutter out 

" don't you dare try to cover your mistake. oh, girl, your fucking dead" my uncle screams, dragging me by my hair into the bedroom. 

"I'm going to teach you what happens when you mess with the Dursleys" he screams pushing me against the wall. a few punches in I feel a hot liquid dripping down the back of my head. my vision starts to blur. and my head starts to spin. my uncle doesn't stop there. he continues to beat me, takes off his belt and covers my back in belt buckles. he suddenly pulls down his pants and chains me to the bed. the only good part about being raped by your uncle is that I can't see any of it. my vision is gone. even after 2 years it still hurts. 

not only can I not scream, if I do I know I will be dead. my entire body is throbbing and I can feel my head spinning. after my uncle is finished he puts back on his clothes. but oh no it doesn't stop there. he starts throwing me around the room. I feel my ankle snap, not once but 3 times. on top of that, I can feel my shoulder pop, and my cheek cut open. that's gonna leave a scar. 

" Now you know what happens. say your last goodbyes, I'll make sure your dead by the end of the week" says uncle Vernon with glee in his eyes, walking out of the room. 

I start to panic. no matter how much pain I'm in I don't want to be murdered by my uncle. I sigh. my vision has come back so I can see the full extent of the injuries. my ankle is twisted in a way it shouldn't be, and my shoulders skin is cut open and barely hanging on. it's not a pretty sight and the pain is unbearable. I reach to the back of my head and feel a large gash and injured flesh. my back is covered in bruises and blood, and there is a large open wound going down my face. no way those aren't going to leave scars. I reach under my bed and grab my trunk. after some digging, I find what I'm looking for. my razor blade. I haven't used it since the holidays started. 

" what's the point" I mumble to myself, and make multiple cuts on the injured arms. 

"I mean I'm going to die anyway, especially with these wounds untreated," I say once again. 

I make a deep gash on my arm and start to see my vision blur i can see the blood pooling out of my arm and feel my head hit the floor 

" I'm sorry mum and dad. but I can't live without you anymore" I say.