See You In Hell

See You In Hell

If you were to look into my eyes one more time, what would you see? In the reflection of the mirror, I see only the shattered pieces of my soul. Is that what you would see? Or would you just turn away, never minding to care again?

When we first met, I was broken. I had nothing, not even the slightest hope. But then there you were; a saviour from above. A fallen angel.

You promised to never leave. You promised so many things, I've lost count. But the only promise you made come true, was of that the happiness you gave me.

But it was all an illusion. You never really cared, did you? You just played along, made me feel secure in the warmth of your arms.

When you first broke my heart, I was unprepared and naïve. I forgave you, let your mistake slip. I closed my eyes, never wanting to see the truth in the eyes. I guess it kinda was my fault.

That first time, I could have ended it. Ended my suffering. But I didn't. I held on to the illusion you gave me; the strong picture of you, my saviour, the fallen angel who needed me as much as I needed you.

I remember that one time, in the early spring, when I had made a wonderful dinner for just the two of us. I spent three hours cooking, cleaning and laying the table. You never came home until the early morning. I closed my eyes for the proof of betrayal. The lipstick on your collar was red with a little glitter in it. I forgave you.

Another time, after four years of suffering, I once again made you a dinner. With the promise you gave me that you would come home early. But when you didn't show up, I ran to the nearest pub.

There, I met someone. Someone still very precious to me. That time, it was me that didn't show up until the break of dawn.

When I then came home, you were there. Your anger was nearly as intense as my pain. You hit me, thinking it would salve our problems. But it didn't. You kept on abusing. My soul, my heart, my body. I was torn. In every single way.

I then started to realize who you really are. I tried to leave, but you kept me firmly in place. I don't know why, but you seemed to think you owned me.

I spent many, many long hours by the sink. Disgusted by what you could do to me. What you did, and what you made me do.

What was your goal in all that? Breaking me down, slowly raping my mind and body until I was in thousands of divided pieces. I don't see how I could be useful like that. I had no will, no voice to speak up with. I had nothing.

Despite your treatment of me, I kept seeing that someone I met in the pub. The one so precious. Together, we finally broke me free from you. We finally got the chance to live. But what did you do? You killed my precious one. Murdered him, slaughtered him; made me watch.

I now stand before you; waiting for the answers I know never will come. My eyes pierce you into the black wall behind you. Now, it is you that is helpless.

I reach out for the broken glass in my pocket. The shard of the mirror. You finally look into my eyes. I notice the way you want to back away in fear. The haunted eyes, the hurt gaze filled with hate. Nothing new for you, now is it? If you would've only looked twice when you abused me, you should have seen it before.

As if thinking you're allowed to speak, you open your mouth. But I beat you to it. I quickly snap the sharp shade of the mirror across your face, watch with glee how the blood drips along your cheeks.

In my eyes you look repulsive. Though once upon a time a looked at you with wide eyes. Even if we shared a thin band of hate. When that faded away, and you became my fallen angel, I started to turn my eyes away as you came near.

The platinum blond hair of yours, and those silvery grey eyes, makes several women's knees weak. Yet I turn away with disgust. I guess that's what one do when you've seen the real side of your soul.

I whisper in your ear, all the insults you threw at my face during those years. The hate filled in them made your pretty face pale into the sick colour of white. I enjoy it.

As I slowly cut your throat open, listening to your screams, I think of my only true love. The one you killed. The one you once called great.

Your scream has faded. Only the warm blood dripping off my clothes remind me of what I've done. Should I feel guilt? I don't. I only feel a sickening joy spread through my veins as I push your body down to the dirty ground, where it belongs. I wonder dimly when the Ministry will be here. If they even get here in time. I realize that I don't care. Without my love, and with my revenge fulfilled, I don't really have reason to live.

With those thoughts, I let the three men in those dark brown robes, drag me away towards the prison I will find as pleasant. I don't care if They kiss me with that deadly kiss. I have no soul to loose. You took it. You destroyed it. How I will always hate you, even in hell. I guess I'll see you there soon, Draco Malfoy.