Dominique Weasley @dominiquesachaser - Tumblr Blog

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I need a life

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Have mine.

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Well, fuck everything. Let's just get drunk.

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I don’t know. Sometimes, when I’m really sad, I stand on the edge of a motorway and consider just closing my eyes and running. Then I realise that I couldn’t do it. It’s hard to see sometimes Dominique but life is worth it. The pain, it’s not constant, not really. There are good times out there. You just have to remember that when your standing on the edge of that motorway ready to run.

And if it helps Domi, I would totally bang you if you weren’t kind with Lorcan, you’re bloody gorgeous. I don’t care about your scars. You’re perfect Dom. And that secret? You’re.. You’re not the only one who’s been asked to keep it.

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Well the good times need to hurry the fuck up, because that just sounds like a load of optimistic bullshit. Why go to the motor way when there's a perfectly good tower to throw yourself off here? I mean, with all the drugs, fags and alcohol, I'm practically killing myself anyway. Why don't we just hurry it the fuck up?

Thanks though. If I decide to try the other team, you're the first girl for me.

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Damn Hufflepuffs

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Three broomsticks or do you have your own stash? -raises an eyebrow-

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I have a stash.

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Damn Hufflepuffs

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That sounds exhausting, you want to go grab a drink? I definitely need one!

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Sure. A drink sounds great...

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Damn Hufflepuffs

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-smiles at her softly- Dom, what’s wrong sweetie?

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Nothings wrong. I'm just tired. I've been travelling to and from France a lot this week.

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Damn Hufflepuffs

I can’t believe we lost to them …

I need a drink …

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I can do drinks.

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Well, fuck everything. Let's just get drunk.

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Oh. I guess I should drink some more, then.

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Good plan. Keep drinking. *Takes another swig*

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Well, fuck everything. Let's just get drunk.

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My dad tried to commit suicide because mum left us and he couldn’t handle looking after an ill child on his own. Doctors told me it wasn’t my fault and that he’s been unstable for years but I pushed him to do it, didn’t I. Then there’s the fact that I’m possibly going to disabled in a few years time and I’m fucking terrified. I could relapse any minute Dom and that scares that absolute shit out of me. I’m failing every class I have except potions, every single class, I don’t know what to do. And I have to spend my future relying on other people and I can’t do that Domi, I can’t let others look after me because I’m not worth that. Then there’s the fact that I think there is going to be a-a war of some kind and that if there is then I’m going to die. There’s nothing questioning that. I’ll be dead. And I just can’t pretend any more. I can’t pretend that I’m fine. What’s more is that I broke the D string on my violin and all I want to do right now is play.

Okay, you go.

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The reason I moved out this summer was because my maman told me that she wished I hadn't been born because then she would have had the perfect family. She then proceeded to tell me that she didn't care if I moved out because it would make it easier to pretend. She's sent me one letter since, it said that I still would be forced to go to social events in France, which i hate. My father has written to me three times, once the day I left telling me not to bug my uncle too much, once at the start of term telling me he had placed the money for my books in my account, and once when Fred scarred me. My sister and I have only just started talking again, just for her to find out that she can never have kids. My Grandpére is the new Minister for Magic in France which means that all my spare time is spent over there making the family that didn't love me look good. At each of these events I get practically sold as a wife to 'all the right men', meaning those with money, with no regard to anything I want in life. I'm practically a fucking pawn. Lorcan and I are perceived as the perfect couple by anyone, but in reality he won't admit we're dating and won't look at me the same since I got my scars. I can't tell anyone this though because 'oh, you'll just work through it.' My cousin, who I love and trust, fucking scarred me and now I'm forced to keep some goddamn dangerous secret for him knowing what he's capable of and what danger he's in. I'm scarred for life and no one looks at me the same. It wasn't enough that I was the ugly , least perfect Veela kid. Everyone want Louis or 'Toire, and I'm the scarred one. I'm a fucking Weasley, so if a war does come, I'm a target, and my family is a target, so yay, I get to watch those I love die.