Like sweet bells, jangled out of time, and harsh.

[meetyourdemise]

If you missed me, Sunday evening...

If you noticed I was gone.

If you gave a fucking damn.

I was in the Hospital Wing.

See, I got in. Lying on my bed, and reading Hamlet, actually. And an owl flies in, delivering this note to me

Comments

[blaise_zabini]

I suppose there's nothing like a pity shag to help you get over the loss of your unborn child...do get well soon.

[meetyourdemise]

Fuck you. Fuck you. What the hell is your problem? You can't stop being catty for five minutes to have even a little pity for me? Or at least leave me the hell alone?

[star_ruet]

Yes, shame on you, Blaise.

Pity the poor skanky, white-trash, homewrecker, mudblood scum.

[meetyourdemise]

Aside from 'mudblood' i'd think that was quite a fine description of yourself!

Whose home did I 'wreck' exactly? Do enlighten me. I mean, isn't this your field of expertise!?

[star_ruet]

Whose home did I 'wreck' exactly?

Your own, apparently.

[milbullstrode]

Do us all a favour Ruet.
Succeed at killing yourself for once.

[dmalfoy_]

Amen to that. Have a cupcake.

[blaise_zabini]

Excuse me, I was merely making an observation and I do wish that you will recover soon - oh dear seems I can't even try to be nice...