A/N: This chapter is going to be containing serious heartbreak so brace yourselves!

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Chapter Thirteen
/Torture/

Rosaline's P.O.V

I tapped my wand against the common room window. The common room was empty, maybe because Christmas was near and they wanted to devour a delicious breakfast.

Humming a tune to myself, I twirled my wand around and a few flowers erupted from the tip. I smiled at the sight, flowers made me feel calm and relaxed.

Suddenly, I felt my head getting hotter. I closed my fingers around it. But I could only see the flowers vanishing from the spot before I passed out.

Flashback

"That is so not fair." I piped up to no one in general. I hugged my knees and sobbed. The bouquet of withered flowers sat next to me, the ever so beautiful flowers had died. Soon I would too.

It was almost midnight, she would be here in no time. And I will be once again tortured by my solidity and curse. My scars were as fresh as ever and they bled red.

I hissed in pain as a scar on my left arm hurt, it was a deep gash. My hands shook as I reached for the healing potion and cotton.

Gently, I caressed my arm and dabbed the cotton on my arm. I screamed, it felt so bad. Why was I locked up in this hell? Nobody cared.

The steel door banged open, and a figure came into view. It was her. I backed against the wall, tears leaking out of my eyes. I wiped them harshly and glared at the woman.

Her black and wired hair were tangled and knotted, her ugly face bore no sympathy. The cruel, cat like green eyes landed on me and a cold smile played on her lips

"Well Well Well. Little, Rosaline." She cooed, as she walked in. There was a leather black whip in her hand. I closed my eyes and prepared myself.

"Let's see who we will be resurrecting now." She smiled widely, her yellow teeth showing. I tried to kill myself, banging my head into the wall.

I was stuck in this hell, since ten years. She kidnapped me when I was a baby, she told me. I ached to know about my identity. Who was I? Why were these people toying with me?

Why? I sobbed and banged my head hard. I could feel blood trickling down my head. I spat the metallic taste on the wall and started banging my fists.

It didn't hurt.

"ROSALINE!" The woman bellowed, striding towards me. She took out her whip and lashed it on me. I didn't even cry or flinch. It didn't pain me.

This was my fate. After three or four whips, she threw the belt and shook me hard. I pushed her away and crawled back to my corner.

"I'll come back. Make sure you have the energy to resurrect." She barred her yellow teeth and walked out of the room.

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"Rose! Rose!" I heard a concerned voice. I felt tears trickling down my cheeks. I shrugged against a pair of arms.

"Don't hit me! Don't! I won't obey you! I won't!" I sobbed into the arms.

"Rose, are you okay?" The voice whispered, I had closed my eyes but I felt my hair being pushed to the sides.

I opened my eyes and saw Tom Riddle looking confused, but horrified at the same time.

Not caring that Clara Parkinson was sitting a few chairs away, I put my arms around Tom Riddle, I cried. I cried because I couldn't bear the nightmares.

I knew that this person won't understand how I felt, but I wanted to tell him everything. He wanted to use me. He wanted to toy with me just as she did.

Tom Riddle remained frozen, slowly he wrapped his arms around me. I wasn't surprised that I fell asleep in his arms.

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Sorry everyone, this chapter was small but I wanted suspense, so here we go.

And what do you think about the flower bouquet?
Try to guess who the woman was!

Love,
Dee.