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Title: A Closed Door
Author: elenaface. dirtyxemoxkid
Rating: R for language, maybe.
Prompt: (#4) Honesty
Completed: [24/50]
Summary: [for lions_serpents] An apology is needed.
Notes: i listened to the song Leave Out All The Rest by Linkin Park while I wrote this. So, the theme is kind of here and kind of not.
Disclaimer: Don't own anything, it's all J.K. Rowling's.
It was cold outside, but she didn't care. She was upset, no. Furious. Her emotions were rageful and fierce as her hands clasped the doorknob and rattled it. It was locked. She huffed loudly, banging her fist on the door about five to six times. No answer. "Blaise!" She near shrieked, waiting for a response. Nothing. She stood back, breathing heavily as she watched the door for a moment. Then back at knocking furiously. It was nighttime and all you heard was the loud knocking on the flat on the third floor in the second hallway. The flat belonging to one mister Blaise Zabini.
"Do you really want to know what's wrong with me?!" She asked him loudly, pleading with him through five inches of solid wood, pressing her fists at her sides. There was no noise on the other side. That was just enough to send her into a tirade of tears and a small panic. What if he wasn't even in his flat? What if he went off to go shag some random girl? She found herself sick as soon as she realised this. She also stomped her foot, but doubted he could hear that. "Blaise, please! Open the door! Or at least let me know you're alive!" She would have cried if she could, but she didn't want to. It was just frustrating for him to not answer her.
Standing back from the door again, she felt tears in her eyes. Big, heavy droplets of tears that she couldn't stop. "Blaise!" She yelled against, tears falling and leaving warm creases of water down her face. "If you can hear me, please! Just...open the door, okay? I need you! I'm sorry I've been acting so horrible to you! It just...scares me, okay!? I'm scared of this relationship and I'm scared of you leaving me and I thought that if maybe...if maybe I pushed you away, you would just go away and it wouldn't hurt as bad! I love you and it makes me so weak...I hate it. I spend a lot of time thinking about if I really deserve to be in a relationship with you because of how I hurt you with my anger and with my selfishness. I don't know what to do or think anymore!"
She was shouting at an empty flat. It didn't get any better than that. "Who do you expect is going to love me if you don't?! If you can't bear to, I don't think anyone else will either! Just open the door, please! And I know I sound ridiculous and I'm just saying this all so you will come out, but I'm really serious! I know it's weird to be afraid of your own feelings, but that's just how I feel right now. Afraid of love and afraid of loyalty. I...you're really making me work for an apology, aren't you?" She said mockingly, laughing through her tears. She was frustrated and angry and she couldn't bear to focus at all.
"I hate you so much for making me feel this way about you. I really do. And sometimes I wonder if you did it on purpose because you knew I would eventually need you in the end. I think...I think I'm going to go home now. I don't even think you're inside, but Blaise, please open the door if you are." Her emotions were piliing up now and she wanted to yell again. "Please! Ugh, Merlin! Why do I bother?! I've fucked up already and it's a bit too late, right? I really am sorry! You don't understand and you never will understand how much emotion you're making me feel right now...I just want to hurt you for it, you know?! I just wanted to apologise. I've already put up this strong demeanor of not needing anyone but it's only on the outside and...goddamnit! I hate you so much, Blaise! Just open the door and tell me it'll be fine! I want you to open the door..." She said, wiping her tears again. She closed her eyes for a moment and she felt arms around her, enveloping her into a tight hug.
All she could hear was, "You were turning the door the wrong direction, Ginny," as she cried against his shoulder.
Title: A Closed Door
Author: elenaface. dirtyxemoxkid
Rating: R for language, maybe.
Prompt: (#4) Honesty
Completed: [24/50]
Summary: [for lions_serpents] An apology is needed.
Notes: i listened to the song Leave Out All The Rest by Linkin Park while I wrote this. So, the theme is kind of here and kind of not.
Disclaimer: Don't own anything, it's all J.K. Rowling's.
It was cold outside, but she didn't care. She was upset, no. Furious. Her emotions were rageful and fierce as her hands clasped the doorknob and rattled it. It was locked. She huffed loudly, banging her fist on the door about five to six times. No answer. "Blaise!" She near shrieked, waiting for a response. Nothing. She stood back, breathing heavily as she watched the door for a moment. Then back at knocking furiously. It was nighttime and all you heard was the loud knocking on the flat on the third floor in the second hallway. The flat belonging to one mister Blaise Zabini.
"Do you really want to know what's wrong with me?!" She asked him loudly, pleading with him through five inches of solid wood, pressing her fists at her sides. There was no noise on the other side. That was just enough to send her into a tirade of tears and a small panic. What if he wasn't even in his flat? What if he went off to go shag some random girl? She found herself sick as soon as she realised this. She also stomped her foot, but doubted he could hear that. "Blaise, please! Open the door! Or at least let me know you're alive!" She would have cried if she could, but she didn't want to. It was just frustrating for him to not answer her.
Standing back from the door again, she felt tears in her eyes. Big, heavy droplets of tears that she couldn't stop. "Blaise!" She yelled against, tears falling and leaving warm creases of water down her face. "If you can hear me, please! Just...open the door, okay? I need you! I'm sorry I've been acting so horrible to you! It just...scares me, okay!? I'm scared of this relationship and I'm scared of you leaving me and I thought that if maybe...if maybe I pushed you away, you would just go away and it wouldn't hurt as bad! I love you and it makes me so weak...I hate it. I spend a lot of time thinking about if I really deserve to be in a relationship with you because of how I hurt you with my anger and with my selfishness. I don't know what to do or think anymore!"
She was shouting at an empty flat. It didn't get any better than that. "Who do you expect is going to love me if you don't?! If you can't bear to, I don't think anyone else will either! Just open the door, please! And I know I sound ridiculous and I'm just saying this all so you will come out, but I'm really serious! I know it's weird to be afraid of your own feelings, but that's just how I feel right now. Afraid of love and afraid of loyalty. I...you're really making me work for an apology, aren't you?" She said mockingly, laughing through her tears. She was frustrated and angry and she couldn't bear to focus at all.
"I hate you so much for making me feel this way about you. I really do. And sometimes I wonder if you did it on purpose because you knew I would eventually need you in the end. I think...I think I'm going to go home now. I don't even think you're inside, but Blaise, please open the door if you are." Her emotions were piliing up now and she wanted to yell again. "Please! Ugh, Merlin! Why do I bother?! I've fucked up already and it's a bit too late, right? I really am sorry! You don't understand and you never will understand how much emotion you're making me feel right now...I just want to hurt you for it, you know?! I just wanted to apologise. I've already put up this strong demeanor of not needing anyone but it's only on the outside and...goddamnit! I hate you so much, Blaise! Just open the door and tell me it'll be fine! I want you to open the door..." She said, wiping her tears again. She closed her eyes for a moment and she felt arms around her, enveloping her into a tight hug.
All she could hear was, "You were turning the door the wrong direction, Ginny," as she cried against his shoulder.