Close To Breaking
I hate him.
Fuck, I don't care if his environment made him into the monster he was now. I wanted to murder and dissect him as he screams in terror. Never have I ever fallen into the sweet temptations of the darkness inside me but each day I was being pushed to the brink and I was afraid of the things that I would do if the seal was unlocked. The darkness inside could be said, as a vent for all the emotions repressed inside.
It was the voice that tried to make me suicidal and also tried to make me a killer, but I knew it was just a figment of imagination that my brain built to deal with my stress. I slowly got up with a grunt as I heard the snap sounds erupting from my joints due to them being slightly rattled due to the fall, but as I got up a kick was sent to my jaws making me fall on the floor with a thud, I wince slightly at the pain.
Dudley for some unknown reasons looked really aggravated today, and I was on the receiving end of the stick today. Looking at Vernon and Petunia, I saw they glanced at me before moving their eyes to the TV watching a new movie which had just premiered recently. Fuckers, they don't care about me that I know but at least show some pity to your nephew.
Next, he sat on top of me with his butt on my chest and due to his weight, I felt as if my ribs were cracking under pressure. Shit I got to do something, I don't want to lose consciousness again but before I could do something punches after punches landed on my face as I felt immense pain, but I still kept my cool already used to his anger outbursts. I knew that if I asked him his reason for this, he wouldn't respond and instead would beat me some more, so I kept silent, absorbing the blows.
Are you just going to take this?
What other choice do I have?
Hand over the control
No, I don't want to be arrested. The voice went silent as punches after punches continued to land as my vision got red due to blood. I felt anger and knew that this was the doing of the voice, but I didn't want this to happen, unfortunately it was already too late. My blood burned like lava as the warmth spread all over my body, the punches landed one more time before a scream erupted.
The boy who screamed was not me, instead it was Dudley, who held his right hand in pain as Petunia and Vernon rushed in fear and worry checking on their son only to see burn marks on the knuckles. I was still dizzy, but I heard Vernon yelling angry at me for hurting his pure son who he knows started this confrontation, now any time of the day I would have relaxed, but the voice today had grown so much more right after the letter came.
Almost as if the letter unlocked one of the seals holding the voice back.
"YOU FREAK HOW DARE YOU!"
The barrage of insults came, and I was so irritated that I broke one of my rules which was to stay submissive to survive as I glared at the three with enough fiery hatred to burn the whole world down to ashes. Thankfully, the world didn't burn but unfortunately, the relatives or the three abusers did hug death at this very moment as they all screamed in terror clawing out their cheeks and skins away from their flesh as I looked in horror and fear.
It was almost like, as if they were seeing their worst nightmare which was forcing them to rip their skins in order to die and trust me it wasn't a pleasant sign. But after a few minutes or so as I remained frozen standing, gazing at the dead bodies mutilated beyond belief, a smile emerged as I was filled with the euphoria.
"HAHAHAHA"
A mad laughter escaped me as the voice cackled alongside me, the darkness increasing its hold over my body but then I went dead silent staring at the corpse thinking about what to do to escape this murder scene.
Someplace far away
"DUMBLEDORE"
The scream resonated through the halls, as the old lady known as Minerva Mcgonagall rushed through the stairs climbing on top to reach the office of the headmaster also known as the greatest wizard Albus Dumbledore. She quickly yelled the password to portrait blocking her from the entrance and when it opened Dumbledore looked shocked and scared at the wrath in her eyes.
"Yes Minerva?"
Dumbledore asked calmly, when in reality he was terrified of her due to the imaginary fire erupting from her eyes. She didn't reply instead she just slammed the letter which Harry Potter had sent back.
Albus Dumbledore looked at the letter with fascination to see what the boy wonder wrote back, after all he was supposed to be the boy who lived and he expected him to act like it.
He read the words underneath that broke his hollow shell made of false hopes and dreams.
Yes but send someone to fetch me since my relatives are bastards.
Ok, Dumbledore knew that Lily's sister didn't appreciate the wizard kind but such hatred from a 11 year old boy is beyond imagination.
Like what did they do?
Well unknown to him they did lots of things but he didn't need to worry since they were dead, probably suffering in the deepest pits of hell.
"What happened to the little boy, Dumbledore? Last time we saw him during his baby years he was pure and now with such hatred what did they do to him in the house?"
Minerva asked with tears running clearly thinking about what went wrong to generate such hatred.
Dumbledore just looked at her with a sad gaze though inside he was calculating all the measures he would possibly need to take to damp out the hatred.