#unsxllied

[abjxctio]

cont. from here // @unsxllied // the familiar voice of her long-time abuser makes cornelia's blood freeze in her veins. how long has he been standing behind the column? did he hear her? did he feel good when he heard her? normally, she would snap back — a witty remark, a clever insult — but not this time. not tonight. it's painful to fight a battle you simply cannot win.

"i'm... sorry." cornelia feigns a smile that he cannot see, cheeks stained with tears. "i know you can't stand being in the same room as me so i'll just leave you alone."

[abjxctio]

@unsxllied // "stupid slags." she slams the door to the girls' dormitory, hades quickly following behind. it's not the first time cornelia sleeps in the common room, and most certainly not the last, always careful to wake up before any other student. if she had any friends, they would probably notice the dark circles, the sunken cheeks, or the puffy eyes. they would cheer her up, give her advice and support, stand up for her. but she doesn't have any friends, all she has is her cat and enemies everywhere.

wood crackles and sparks fly from the fireplace, landing on her skin, scorching hot, burning her. but she can't be bothered. nothing can compare to the pain of being a stranger, an outcast. even granger has friends who care for her. hell, even longbottom has friends. but that's just how life is, you either belong somewhere, or you don't. and she doesn't.

"i wish there was a spell that could make me cease to exist. not kill me, just make me... disappear. i bet even you don't like me, hades. bet you only stick around because i feed you."