I screamed as the knife came down, cutting away the soft skin on my wrist. It felt white hot, burning agony. They warned me not to scream, that doing so would only make it worse, but I couldn't obey. Why couldn't it just stop? Why hadn't I listened to my friends? They had warned me not to go back home, to ignore my family, but I hadn't listened.

Traitor. Mudblood lover. Blood Traitor. Those words and more were spit at me as I was kicked, punched, and tortured. My family could only look on in horror, for they could not talk back to their master, for feel of being killed. Tears tracked down my mother's pale face as I lay there on our living room floor, screaming.

"You must realize why I am doing this? You have been given too many chances. You must believe me, when I say that I regret you cannot live after this night." The Dark Lord said, and I felt more hot tears run down my bloody cheek. So I wasn't going to be alive soon. I'm going to die on this hard cold floor.

"I don't believe you. You're a cold heartless bastar-!"

"Don't you ever talk to the Dark Lord like that you dirty mudblood lover!" Bellatrix (My Aunt) yelled, and threw a Crucio my way.

"Mom!" I yelled, and she reduced herself to sobbing. I was instantly lifted into the air and pain ruptured all over my body. I felt as if I would fall apart at the seam.. Mom was looking so terror stricken, I think she would have left the room if Voldemort hadn't forced them to stay. "You lost the right of forgiveness the second you disobeyed our lord and hung out with that Potter!" Bellatrix spit out, glaring at me like I was an infection.

"You don't see your brother acting like this? Do you?! Draco, come here!" Bellatrix snapped, and Draco looked up, his face twisted in pain, anger, and fear. "Coming." He muttered, walking forward. His head and shoulders were faced down, and he came so close, I could see the dirt at the side of his shoes.

"Come here Draco, she won't bite." Bella said crazily, and I gasped in pain as I was dropped to the ground, right on my wrist. I heard a nasty little crunch, and I'm pretty sure it's broke now. She bent him over so that he could see in my eyes, and he gasped at what he saw. All the scratches and everything made a lot of blood.

"Draco. End it." I whispered, so that he could hear. I saw tears bubble up in his eyes as I gestured to his wand. "No. No you can't ask me to do that! I can't do that!" He sobbed quietly. So quietly in fact, that everyone was trying to lean in to hear. "Please Draco." I begged, loud enough for everyone to hear, and they all laughed. Except for my family of course. Draco reached for his wand slowly, and pulled it on me.

"That's right Draco. She's nothing but a filthy blood traitor. Try the Crucio." Bellatrix gestured to me, and I thought the urge to roll my eyes.

"I love you." I said, knowing it was coming. He breathed in quickly, and then replied back. "I love you too… Avada Kadavra!" A green light shot out of his wand, and felt his pain. He would be punished afterwards, surely. But he loved me, and didn't want me to suffer anymore.

As the green light hit me, I heard screams in protest, mad that they couldn't hurt me anymore. But the scream that registered to me the most, was my Mothers. A deep, throat clogging, blood curling scream. And as I felt the life drain out of me, I felt a small pressure on my heart. My life flashed before my very eyes in seconds. My heart… Love… Pain… Harry… Die Voldemort die…

I almost didn't notice my brother fall beside me. Not dead of course, but just to hug me closer. And then just like that… I died.

Life and Death is a real peculiar thing. Death is easy, when you know that it's alright. But life can be difficult, when you know it's going to be hard.