I paced the room. The ticking clock, small yet repetitively annoying, echoed inside my head. The rain pattered on the windowpanes.
All these sounds that I couldn't stop… everything so… loud…
I sat in an armchair by the crackling fire as my eyes scanned the room around me. Forest green walls, a spiral staircase to my left, the living room was the same yet so different from before. There was an emptiness in the chamber and in my head and soul that had always been filled by her.
And now…
I sighed and closed my eyes. My fair hair trickled behind me like a waterfall. Her hair.
"WHY DID YOU TAKE HER AWAY!?" I suddenly screamed at the high ceiling. "WHAT DID SHE EVER DO!?"
"Ms. Roland?" A timid voice made me whip toward the door. The butler. "Are—are you all right?"
"Physically? I'm fine. Emotionally? Doubtful. Mentally?" I sighed. "It's hard to tell anymore, Felix." I rested my elbows on the desk.
The small, balding man nodded sadly. "Do you need anything? I-I mean, food or water?" he corrected himself when I cringed.
"No. I'm fine."
He came and sat next to me. "We all feel your pain, Ms. Roland. Your father especially."
I kept my head in my hands. "I don't think anyone understands the connection that a daughter has with her mother. Not even the daughter's father. No one can perceive it the way I do."
His eyebrows crinkled. "Just remember, Leah. I am like family to you as well."
He left the room as quietly as he had come, not letting even the huge oak door creak.
It was not until twelve hours later that I shed the first tear.
"I'm sorry."
My hand shook as my cherry-and-phoenix-feather wand lowered to my side. "Now she won't be lonely."
I swallowed hard. "Now she has someone to talk to."
My breathing was ragged. "Now you can be family to my mother, Felix."
The old man lay on the floor, eyes unseeing, glasses crooked, mouth open in surprise.
I knelt down on the floor next to Felix's body.
And I tasted the salty sweetness of grief turning into insanity in the form of a single tear.
So I wrote this on another spot, and I just figured it would be fun to let you guys read it. So here ya go!
Backstory: On that spot, I have a character named Leah Roland, she's a Death Eater whose mother died. So yeah.
All these sounds that I couldn't stop… everything so… loud…
I sat in an armchair by the crackling fire as my eyes scanned the room around me. Forest green walls, a spiral staircase to my left, the living room was the same yet so different from before. There was an emptiness in the chamber and in my head and soul that had always been filled by her.
And now…
I sighed and closed my eyes. My fair hair trickled behind me like a waterfall. Her hair.
"WHY DID YOU TAKE HER AWAY!?" I suddenly screamed at the high ceiling. "WHAT DID SHE EVER DO!?"
"Ms. Roland?" A timid voice made me whip toward the door. The butler. "Are—are you all right?"
"Physically? I'm fine. Emotionally? Doubtful. Mentally?" I sighed. "It's hard to tell anymore, Felix." I rested my elbows on the desk.
The small, balding man nodded sadly. "Do you need anything? I-I mean, food or water?" he corrected himself when I cringed.
"No. I'm fine."
He came and sat next to me. "We all feel your pain, Ms. Roland. Your father especially."
I kept my head in my hands. "I don't think anyone understands the connection that a daughter has with her mother. Not even the daughter's father. No one can perceive it the way I do."
His eyebrows crinkled. "Just remember, Leah. I am like family to you as well."
He left the room as quietly as he had come, not letting even the huge oak door creak.
It was not until twelve hours later that I shed the first tear.
"I'm sorry."
My hand shook as my cherry-and-phoenix-feather wand lowered to my side. "Now she won't be lonely."
I swallowed hard. "Now she has someone to talk to."
My breathing was ragged. "Now you can be family to my mother, Felix."
The old man lay on the floor, eyes unseeing, glasses crooked, mouth open in surprise.
I knelt down on the floor next to Felix's body.
And I tasted the salty sweetness of grief turning into insanity in the form of a single tear.
So I wrote this on another spot, and I just figured it would be fun to let you guys read it. So here ya go!
Backstory: On that spot, I have a character named Leah Roland, she's a Death Eater whose mother died. So yeah.
The whole conversationd wouldn't fit on one screenshot so here it is;
Stranger: asl
Stranger: ?
You: Oh! There you are! I've been looking for you forever!
Stranger: oh really?
You: I'll never say goodbye to you!
You: I'm crazy about you!
You: I love you!
Stranger: is that good or bad?
Stranger: well are you a guy or a girl?
You: Kurt, don't you love me?
Stranger: nope guess not
You: But Kurt it's me Blaine!
Stranger: that sucks dont it
You: :'(
Stranger: stop your bitchin
You: Kurt. It's me, Blaine! Your boyfriend.
Stranger: ha fuckin faggot
Stranger: i hate fags
Stranger: they are as bad as niggers and soicks
Stranger: spicks
You: I'M IN A RAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGEEEEEEEEEEEE. THIS IS THE MADDEST I'VE EVER BEEN!
Stranger: asl
Stranger: ?
You: Oh! There you are! I've been looking for you forever!
Stranger: oh really?
You: I'll never say goodbye to you!
You: I'm crazy about you!
You: I love you!
Stranger: is that good or bad?
Stranger: well are you a guy or a girl?
You: Kurt, don't you love me?
Stranger: nope guess not
You: But Kurt it's me Blaine!
Stranger: that sucks dont it
You: :'(
Stranger: stop your bitchin
You: Kurt. It's me, Blaine! Your boyfriend.
Stranger: ha fuckin faggot
Stranger: i hate fags
Stranger: they are as bad as niggers and soicks
Stranger: spicks
You: I'M IN A RAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGEEEEEEEEEEEE. THIS IS THE MADDEST I'VE EVER BEEN!