Hardly keeping it together
Tuesday, 11 November 2008
Bellatrix Black
Year 4 - Beginning of Dec
Her fist crashed against the bathroom mirror in front of her causing an extremely unspeakable and inexpressible pain on her knuckle. Her hands then landed on the basin- holding on to it. The loud crash alarmed people around, one of which, came running to her aid, grab her bleeding knuckle and quickly wrapped it. Motionless, Bella continued staring at the mirror for quite some time before slowly shifting the focus of her dark brown eyes to the crack she made and then to her hands. It was bleeding very badly and as she close her eyes to persevere the feeling of pain, she could hear the panicky voice of the older girl who is still pressing onto the wound to help stop the blood from flowing. Are you crazy?
Her patience was once again pushed to the limits. She felt so helpless all of a sudden. It seems as though every time there was hope, something goes wrong. Feels as if there is nothing that she can do except to wait for the next disappointment. What had she done wrong to deserve this? This last try- of hope, is the last try. She can hardly keep it together anymore.
She walk out of the bathroom leaving the girl that aided her behind. Not even a word of thank you was mentioned.
The older Lestrange was waiting for her outside. "What took you so long?" he questioned before realizing the blood on her right hand and cursed. She just looked at him.
They walk slowly to the nearest corridor, with Lestrange leading the way. Upon reaching, he looked at Bella as though waiting for an explanation yet she choose to be silent.
Silence- filled her surroundings as she then took a step to the edge and looked down to see the world below. There were powdery white dots floating about and from a distance along with a few mini snow tornados took place.
Falling- she imagine herself falling down. Feeling the rushing wind against her cold - almost frozen body and light soft snow falling on her face.
Peace.
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