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Title: My Side of It
Author: Hoc scribo
Rated: PG-13 for language
Summary: Alice and Molly fight
A/N: bardess wrote the un-italicized parts of this as a story. And I bit off it! :) This more than likely takes place between the fight in the common room and Valentine's Day.
Disclaimer: I own nothing
The door creaks, and I can hear the faint sound of breathing as well as footsteps coming closer to me. I lift my head from my tear-soaked pillow, expecting Lily or one of my other dorm-mates. But it's her.
"What do you want? Get out of my dorm." Has she come to rub it in my face? "Haha, Molly! I got Frank and played you for a sucker!"
"I just wanted to talk to you." She chews at her lip nervously. I don't care. It's all her fault. I hate her as much as I once cared about her.
"Well I don't want to talk to you. Read my lips: Get. Out." I'm tempted to remove her by force, but I can't quite commit myself to it. I don't want to dirty my hands on her filth.
"Fine, be angry with me. Yell at me, call me names, I don't care! Just talk to me!" She sounds as if she's about to cry. Let her cry. Her tears won't be as raw or as caustic. Because in the end, she'll still have him, won't she? What will I have?
"I don't want to fucking talk to you, damnit! You stole my fucking boyfriend! Leave me the hell alone!" What else does she possibly want from me? She has it all.
"I didn't steal him." The sincerity is almost believable. Almost.
"SHUT UP!" Stop lying to me.
"He came to me." Never. He wouldn't have. He loved me. Didn't he? Why is she making me doubt? Another one of her tricks.
"Whatever, I know what the fuck you did. You could've stopped him, Alice! You could've told him--" That you cared about me, and that you wouldn't want to hurt me like that. Like this.
"--I tried to--!" Trying isn't the same as doing, Alice.
"--Yeah, the fuck right!--" I won't let her fool me again.
"I DID! But only after I had gotten to know you better--" So if she hadn't gotten to know me, it would have been all right? Maybe so. Maybe this wouldn't hurt so much.
"YOU ONLY WANTED TO KNOW ME BECAUSE YOU WANTED TO FUCK MY BOYFRIEND!" I'm yelling now, and I don't care who hears. I hope they hear the truth. She used me.
"That's not true, Molly." She comes closer and sits on the edge of my bed.
"..." I should push her off. But I won't.
"Molly.. Molly... I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." Her hand comes down on my shoulder, patting gently. The same hand she touches my boyfriend with. Excuse me, ex-boyfriend. I flinch away, but not far enough. She reaches out again.
"Don't fucking touch me!" Because she might make me want to believe her
"I still care about you..." Some caring.
"Y-yeah RIGHT." That's what she says to all the people whose trust she's betrayed.
"Believe what you want, but I'm not lying." I don't know what the truth is anymore.
"No, but you... l-lied to my face the entire... entire damn time. Just leave me alone, Strong." I'm not going to change my mind. I'm not. No matter how much a part of me wants to because even then, it won't be as it was before. I miss before.
"..." She still pats, and I'm crying again. Why won't she leave me alone? Why did he leave me alone?
"I trusted you. You were my best friend." I don't have either of them, anymore, and it's tearing me up inside. I hate them. I loved them.
"..." She sits there, listening. As if she weren't the one who caused my world to fall to pieces.
"And you.. you.." "You left me for him." The words get stuck in my throat. I want to be held. I wish she could hold me. Why, of all people, did she have to be the one?
"I know, Molly. I know. Go ahead and hate me all you want. But I'm not leaving until you get it all out for me to see."
I do. I call her names. I hit walls. I scream. The question "why" is asked over and over again, but deep down, I already know the answer, and I wish I didn't.
He and I weren't meant to be.
Author: Hoc scribo
Rated: PG-13 for language
Summary: Alice and Molly fight
A/N: bardess wrote the un-italicized parts of this as a story. And I bit off it! :) This more than likely takes place between the fight in the common room and Valentine's Day.
Disclaimer: I own nothing
The door creaks, and I can hear the faint sound of breathing as well as footsteps coming closer to me. I lift my head from my tear-soaked pillow, expecting Lily or one of my other dorm-mates. But it's her.
"What do you want? Get out of my dorm." Has she come to rub it in my face? "Haha, Molly! I got Frank and played you for a sucker!"
"I just wanted to talk to you." She chews at her lip nervously. I don't care. It's all her fault. I hate her as much as I once cared about her.
"Well I don't want to talk to you. Read my lips: Get. Out." I'm tempted to remove her by force, but I can't quite commit myself to it. I don't want to dirty my hands on her filth.
"Fine, be angry with me. Yell at me, call me names, I don't care! Just talk to me!" She sounds as if she's about to cry. Let her cry. Her tears won't be as raw or as caustic. Because in the end, she'll still have him, won't she? What will I have?
"I don't want to fucking talk to you, damnit! You stole my fucking boyfriend! Leave me the hell alone!" What else does she possibly want from me? She has it all.
"I didn't steal him." The sincerity is almost believable. Almost.
"SHUT UP!" Stop lying to me.
"He came to me." Never. He wouldn't have. He loved me. Didn't he? Why is she making me doubt? Another one of her tricks.
"Whatever, I know what the fuck you did. You could've stopped him, Alice! You could've told him--" That you cared about me, and that you wouldn't want to hurt me like that. Like this.
"--I tried to--!" Trying isn't the same as doing, Alice.
"--Yeah, the fuck right!--" I won't let her fool me again.
"I DID! But only after I had gotten to know you better--" So if she hadn't gotten to know me, it would have been all right? Maybe so. Maybe this wouldn't hurt so much.
"YOU ONLY WANTED TO KNOW ME BECAUSE YOU WANTED TO FUCK MY BOYFRIEND!" I'm yelling now, and I don't care who hears. I hope they hear the truth. She used me.
"That's not true, Molly." She comes closer and sits on the edge of my bed.
"..." I should push her off. But I won't.
"Molly.. Molly... I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." Her hand comes down on my shoulder, patting gently. The same hand she touches my boyfriend with. Excuse me, ex-boyfriend. I flinch away, but not far enough. She reaches out again.
"Don't fucking touch me!" Because she might make me want to believe her
"I still care about you..." Some caring.
"Y-yeah RIGHT." That's what she says to all the people whose trust she's betrayed.
"Believe what you want, but I'm not lying." I don't know what the truth is anymore.
"No, but you... l-lied to my face the entire... entire damn time. Just leave me alone, Strong." I'm not going to change my mind. I'm not. No matter how much a part of me wants to because even then, it won't be as it was before. I miss before.
"..." She still pats, and I'm crying again. Why won't she leave me alone? Why did he leave me alone?
"I trusted you. You were my best friend." I don't have either of them, anymore, and it's tearing me up inside. I hate them. I loved them.
"..." She sits there, listening. As if she weren't the one who caused my world to fall to pieces.
"And you.. you.." "You left me for him." The words get stuck in my throat. I want to be held. I wish she could hold me. Why, of all people, did she have to be the one?
"I know, Molly. I know. Go ahead and hate me all you want. But I'm not leaving until you get it all out for me to see."
I do. I call her names. I hit walls. I scream. The question "why" is asked over and over again, but deep down, I already know the answer, and I wish I didn't.
He and I weren't meant to be.