The Broken One (Closed)

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Alcyone sat in her dorm, lonely and sad. The letter in her hands was shaking violently, due to the shaking of her entire body. Rage, hatred, betrayal, hurt, sadness and fear were flashing through her body, ripping her apart. 5 emotions, all for many different yet similar reasons. Some were for the same, some were not. She looked out the window at the Black Lake, and clenched her teeth together as the squid drifted by lazily. It was un-fair, how easy that squid’s life was. How could her own not be so simple? As she wallowed in self-pity and all of the afore mentioned emotions, she made a mental list

Rage. She had felt something for Damien. No boy had ever noticed her before, ever talked to her before. She had a sad, haunted and dangerous look about her that frightened them off. There had been a pull between them, a spark of electricity. She had waited with excitement for the first time in her life to see him at Hogwart’s, only to be shattered when she spotted a Gryffindor and him from afar having a snog. She vowed never to develop a crush on someone again, it hurt too much.

Betrayal. The same reason as before. Damien had talked to her first, seen her first. No boy ever even looked at her, their eyes just skimmed over her as if she were not there. And now he had run off to the next girl that would take him. She felt betrayed, by herself for allowing her to get excited about something, and to him for hurting her.

Hatred. Hatred for her parents, her tutor, her life, herself, and Damien. Her parents had harmed little Capella, her tutor had tortured her for her first ever lesson, herself for being so weak as to get close-ish to Damien, and her life because it was miserable. Mostly, it was herself and her parents for allowing her tutor to do un-speakable things to sweet, innocent little Capella. She hated herself for being such an un-likable person, but how was this her own fault?

Hurt, by the fact that her sister was hurt. She could feel her sisters pain, her fear, the tears that had run down her face as she writhed and screamed on the floor. The thought of little Capella in pain was worse than being tortured by the torture curse that had been used countless times on herself.

Sadness. Sadness that she was not good enough for a boy. That she could not hold their attention for very long before they ran off to the next girl. Sadness that Caelum was scared, that Capella was scared. Sadness that no one bothered to talk to her, no one liked her.

Fear. For her sister. For herself. For her brother. For everyone in this darn war who was to be hurt. The German’s were sly, manipulative and heartless and she hated each and every one of them. She feared what was to come for her sister and her brother, for now that her sister had been tortured, only worse things could come of it. Caelum was yet to be harmed, but harmed he would be. Little Capella, with her beauty and her innocence would have un-speakable things to happen to her.

She came to the conclusion that it was all her fault. All her fault for leaving this school, when she knew that her sister and brother needed her constant protection. She looked back down at the letter, with its messy scrawl and tear drops along it. It only said a few words, but that was enough.

Alcy,
Come home. Please? He did it to Ella too, he made her scream. He said that nasty word and she just screamed and cried.

Caelum.