Chapter 1 : The Sister's Black
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Tick, tock. She glanced up at the clock darkly, almost daring it to make another sound. It felt like it was gazing right back down at her, as if it was teasing her with its easy life of ticking and tocking. It reminded her of those nasty boys and girls who used to tease her at the parties her parents dragged her along too, they would tease her about their lives- how they had it so easy. Just like that stupid clock on the wall.
It ticked again, causing her to let out a frustrated scream. No one would be able to hear her, even if they could, who was there to say they’d pay attention to little Narcissa Black? She’d been the forgotten Black sister, though people had given that name away to Andromeda- it wasn’t true, no one would ever forget Andromeda.
She had soul, she fought for what she believed in even if it meant completely defying her family. She’d been burnt off the family tree the day she left, but Narcissa knew that her older sister would never care about that. And that was why no one would ever Andromeda, the rebel. Narcissa couldn’t rebel , she cared too much about what people thought of her and there was no one in this world who loved her like that mudblood like Andromeda. She was all alone.
She leant back against the wall, wrapping her arms around herself tightly as if she was afraid she’d fade away to nothing. No one would notice, she told herself over and over again. There was no one to notice, no one who cared and no one to tell.
She had no one to tell about the pain she felt inside every day, when she woke up, when she ate breakfast, when she so much as moved- there was always pain. Aching pain, it had always been there.
Bellatrix didn’t feel pain, as the eldest Black sister she set the perfect example for her two younger sisters. She was intelligent, determined but was ladylike at the same time. She didn’t feel pain, she inflicted it on others. She was strong, and she was the perfect Black- the only one. Bellatrix would never fade, Narcissa on the other hand could disappear right at that moment and no one would ever notice.
The pain struck her chest again, causing her to lean forward and wrap her arms closer to herself. The emptiness was beginning to take over her and Narcissa didn’t know how much longer she’d be able to fight it for.
Was it worth fighting? Would anyone be thankful for her strength? Would anyone even notice? This thought plagued her mind, a bitter tone to it. She knew the answer, even if she was afraid to believe it.
She picked herself up, dusted off her clothes and fixed her hair. She wanted to give up but she couldn’t. She wouldn’t let Bellatrix and Andromeda beat her, she would be the strong one.
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