hopelessly hopeful
LILITH MARIE EVANS
Lily Evans
head girl

❝she was a beautiful dreamer. the kind of girl who kept her head in the clouds, loved above the
S T A R S and left regret beneath the EARTH she walked on.❞

❝wha- where am i?❞
                                                          her breaths were laboured and fear was evident
                                                           in her eyes as she tried to sit up, only to wince
                                                                                and lay back down. 
                                                                                                                  ❝where did they go?❞

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it was a good day. 

                                                           no it was a GREAT day. 

after a long and frankly tiresome week lily had been counting down the minutes until she could finally break away from her chores and relax for a while with the rest of her friends down at Hogsmeade, the first trip out of school grounds for the year. she’d broken apart from the group for just a few moments, off to run an errand she’d spoken of countless times in the past few months; her nose piercing. once she’d gotten it done and was prepared to rejoin her friends, the redhead set off towards the three broomsticks on her own.

just as she was about to turn the corner towards the well known pub, the girl walked straight into three hooded figures that obstructed her path. though she wasn’t naive, lily thought nothing of it and excused herself before trying to walk past them, only to be met with three wands in her face. fear began to seep into her expression as she backed away, her eyes darting around the alley to find any possible escape route. before she could reach for her wand the two larger figures lunged forwards and caught her hands, pressing her against a brick wall and making it impossible for her to pull away.

                                                                          the chilling realization dawned on her instantly,
                                                                       there was very little chance of her actually making
                                                                                   it out of this situation unharmed. 

still she resisted their advances, trying to pull away from their grasp and screaming as best she could though there was no use once she was placed under a silencing charm. all she could do was writhe beneath their cold stares and try to kick them away. that’s when the pain truly started. she could feel the gashes forming along her arms, long cuts sprouting along her skin seemingly out of thin air. her eyes filled to the brim with tears, unheard screams fighting to break past the charm placed on her. 

the only thing the girl could hear were their burning insults. 


FILTHY MUGGLE. 
                                          UNWORTHY SCUM.
                                                                                               GOOD FOR NOTHING TRASH.
 
how in the world SHE was chosen as head girl is beyond me.

it was a vicious circle, their laughter followed by new gashes running along the length of her limbs and back, her clothes now heavy with the blood that soaked them. there seemed to be no end until everything went blank. the pain remained but the girl was no longer in her body. 

                                                                                       was this what DEATH felt like?

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                                 she was angry. granted, her anger was fueled by the alcohol 
                             the streamed through her veins and she wasn’t strictly speaking
                                 in the right mental state to actually manage her emotions
                             like a normal level headed girl would do. no, she was simmering
                           in rage and she liked it. she welcomed the bitter emotion because
                             for once it was different than sadness. that’s why her dare was 
                                                                  so easily carried out.

it was quite easy to slip away from the party, no one would really
            be missing her in the midst of the sex and overall debauchery. 
lily swiftly found her way down to the slytherin dungeons, the 
             red head carrying a single bottle of spray paint she’d snagged from 
her friend ADIE. she surveyed the walls, her blank canvas, 
              imagining how she would go about her task. finally, she got to
work, the soft hiss coming from the bottle only egging her on.

                                only a few short minutes later, lily stepped back to admire
                              her work, the words “POMPOUS HYPOCRITICAL SNAKES
                               glowing in contrast to the morbid walls surrounding them. it
                              wasn’t much of an insult, lily was aware that given the chance
                            they would retaliate with nastier words. she didn’t want to stoop
                            that low however and it was enough to grant her a sense of relief.

that relief however was short lived. filch cleared his throat, 
              alerting the head girl of his presence and thus completing 
                   her dare. ‘get caught vandalizing school property, particularly
                                                                      something within slytherin territory.

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                lily lowered herself onto a tree stump just a few feet away from the party,
               a half finished bottle of firewhiskey cradled against her chest and a fresh
                 pack of cigarettes tucked between the straps of her bralette. she was
        dizzy, not just from the alcohol but the surplus of emotions that flooded her brain. 

she looked up noticing a familiar figure walking her way, 
                              a face that would normally bring her some sort of ease.  
                                                                        tonight was n o t one of those occasions.

❝i’m not in the MOOD to talk right now.❞

              she whispered, tapping the pack of cigarettes
              and resting the stick  between her plump lips,
                lighting it swiftly before looking back at him. 
                                                                           ❝did you want a smoke or something?❞

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                              ❝let’s just say i pre-gamed a little back at mine.
                                                       i’m feelin’ aces pal,
                                                           just A C E S .❞

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