/ AN: This will get dark and heavy as the chapters go on. You are warned. I'd like to dedicate this story to my darling Babydoll Maneater, it's because of reading her fiction that I was inspired to do a Tom Riddle/Bellatrix Black fiction. (Gotta love 'ya darling.)
This fiction will tell the story of Bellatrix's life, how she came to be how she was and why. Updates will be slow I have a lot going on in my life and sometimes I find it hard to write but I'll do the best I can.
Please R+R. Thank you.
I see God and he is my friend
but the devil's standing next to him,
he says my name and I feel so weak,
just like a monster you cannot speak,
I am like a monster...
when I speak am I a monster... when I speak?
your just a monster when we speak so I'm a monster when I speak...
can I speak? I'll be your monster when we speak
and I will speak to destroy...
speak and destroy... ~My Ruin~
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Tears streamed down her cheeks and she wiped them away angrily, she didn't want to cry. Hated to cry. It was weak to cry or so she'd been brought up to believe. The bedroom was dimly lit by a few candles, the fire long since burnt out in the hearth, she sat on the edge of her huge double bed, the satin and silk covers soft under her.
The room was filled with everything a young girl could want. Clothes, jewelry, pretty things she liked and loved, but to the girl it was empty. She was empty.
Loneliness in a house filled with people some would say is a strange thing, but it happens. To feel so totally detached from everyone around you, family, friends even yourself, it happens. She could hear them downstairs talking about her, she couldn't hear what they were saying but she heard a name a few times, they often did that, talked about her. She told herself she didn't care, but she did. She wanted to go down and defend herself, but what was the point, it would only cause more fighting.
She didn't want the pretty things, she didn't want any of it, all she wanted was to feel loved. She didn't feel loved, hadn't for long years. She'd forgotten what it felt like to have her mother embrace her, she'd forgotten what it was like to have her father take a moment out of his day to speak to her. She was a stranger in her own home, or that's how she felt. No connection to any family member, they used to be there, those connections but now. . . Now they'd gone. Faded away into nothing, maybe they were still there but just weaker than before but if they were there Bellatrix Black couldn't see them.
She was hurting, aching from the jealously that she couldn't stop, couldn't help. She wanted to run away but she had no place to go. She wanted to scream and shout to tell people around her how she felt, lonely and sad, but then like always no one would listen. They'd call her childish and immature, maybe she was those things, but did it matter if she was? She needed something, to feel loved, to feel understand and she didn't have those things.
She had no close bond with anyone anymore, and it seemed no one cared. Was she that easy to throw away? She'd not eaten all day, no one came to ask if she was alright, if she was hungry. She heard her fathers foot steps on the stairs and a part of her waited to see if the man she loved more than any other would peep around her door just to check on her. She waited. . . And waited. Nothing. He'd passed by without giving his eldest daughter a second thought. Why would he give her a second thought anyway? Narcissa was the best daughter, she was the one everyone loved and flocked around. Andromeda spent her time locked in her bedroom, but she was happy she had a close knit group of friends who loved her, Bellatrix had no one.
That was until the day the young girl, met Tom Riddle, the man who would change her life and create a monster.