Live, Love, Die

This is a story about my life, the life that led to my doom, the life that I wouldn't trade for a million years, the life when all my dreams came true.

I'm lying here on the cold wet floor, covered in my own blood... or is it just my own blood? The doors bolted shut, no man, magical or not, would be able to penetrate it. As I heard the shouting and the banging outside the door, I reminded myself I didn't have a lot of time, but enough time to write what I have to before I fell asleep and awake in the heavens. Thank God I organized my thoughts and points out months before when the year started for then nobody will hear my story. I feel it's my responsibility to tell my life's story to the world. There are people in the world with doubts and dreamless, people who have given up all hope... people who never found the one thing they were longing to find, but never understood what.

This story begins with the brutality from a stepfather to a stepdaughter.

Chapter 1

I crept up the stairs as slowly as I could. Before, I went past the living room where my stepfather was fast asleep. I smelt the strong scent of liquor as I passed by, which was not good especially when it's four in the afternoon.

I made sure I jumped over the one step I was all too familiar with. That one step has gotten me into more trouble than all the things that was supposedly my fault. Even with just one touch of a toe it creaks as loudly as it would with a grown man putting all his weight on it.

I could only breathe freely when I was safe in my room.

'Whew!' I thought 'That's the last time I'm going to get a drink of water when Mom's not home.'

My mother is what the wizarding community calls a Muggle- not a drop of magical blood in her where as my father was a Muggle-Born, which means that he came from an all Muggle family. He passed away when I was eight.

My mother thought I should have a father and what better than another wizard? So she decided to marry his best friend, Jonathan Davis, a highly respectable and wealthy man in the Wizard world. Who would believe me if I told the Ministry of Magic that Davis was an abuser, sexual and physical.

Not wanting to dwell on it, I began packing my school trunk. This would be my sixth year and my sixth school I've attended. Davis being such an important man for the Ministry, he made us travel with him to his numerous manors and castles. I've only lasted a year in each school and was hoping I'd finish all my schooling at Hogwarts. It sounds by far the best from the other schools I went to.

Just as I was putting my new books in my trunk I heard that familiar, deathly creak. Instinct told me to shut my eyes and I waited.

BANG! BAM! The door flew violently open.

"You UNGRATEFUL little BITCH!" He yelled at the top of his lungs. He was tall, pale, and malicious looking. If you passed by him in the streets of Diagon Ally in his best clothes you would instantly think he was a well clean-cut man, but right now he was one of those regular hobos on the street, furious that he had no more money for a beer.

I straightened up and faced him, big mistake; he ran his nasty hands across my face so hard that I practically flew onto the bed. But I refuse to show him any weakness and stared him dead in the eye.

"You fucking whore! You talk behind my back and disrespect me like that after I gave you and your mother's life back?!" He slaps me left and right but I managed to stay up.

I knew what he was talking about. Every time he gets drunk he starts saying things from the past... and this was three years ago when I was thirteen, when he first laid his hands on me... and I mean actually LAID his hands on me.

But I was sixteen now, and I had more pride than before to keep my mouth shut.

"Disrespect? Life? You barge in here and talk to ME about those things? What life have you given me? Moving from place to place after my dad died, acting like we're your property! Who the hell do you think you are?" I yelled back, but I fell to the floor before I could say another word.

I clutched my stomach from where he punched me. Then I felt blow after blow of excruciating pain all over my body.

It stops, I hear a pop followed by another pop; he came back with his wand!

Oh Shit...

I looked up at his menacing face and before I could say another word I felt like I was going to die right there, if I thought his physical abuse was excruciating, it didn't compare to the pain he was sending towards me with his wand. I finally passed out from the pain on the cold floor, numb, bruised and cut.