Chapter 15. that’s fifteen chapters of Ebony I went through unaided. Every time I open up word I think to myself: “Why am I doing this? I could just stop. Turn off the computer and go outside.”

But I know that won’t make the pain go away. The only way I can rid myself of this is to read to its conclusion. By knowing Ebony’s fate I can be at peace. It reminds me, in a way, of how I felt about the Harry Potter series. But while that series filled me with joy and happiness, this one leads me only into sorrow and despair. Something tells me that I will never recover.

But I can try. Here is Chapter 15, in all its unholy glory.

Chapter 15

AN: stup flaming ok! btw u suk frum no on evry tim sum1 flams me im gona slit muh ristsz! fangz 2 raven 4 hlpein!

Flame away people! Flame away! Maybe we can finally be free of this nightmare!

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“Ebony Ebony!” shouted Draco sadly. “No, please, come back!”

“My you-know-what craves the taste of flesh! Boy, I have some ****ing bizarre fetishes.”

But I was too mad.

I think that’s the fifth time she’s used this sentence. It never fails to fill me with irrational anger.

“Whatever! Now u can go anh have sex with Vampire!”

Potter, of course, would have none of it. “I’ve told you once before Draco! I do not find your you-know-what arousing! In fact, I struggle to comprehend what it actually is!

I shouted. I stormed into my room and closed my black door with my blood-red key.

Colour coded keys actually seem like a good idea. White means the bathroom, green means the back door, and black means the cellar, where the abomination is kept.

It had a picture of Marylin Manson on it. He looked so sexy in a way that reminded me of Draco and Vampire.

Marilyn Manson IS NOT SEXY. His face alone fills me with horror and disgust. I dread to think what the rest of him looks like.

I started to cry and weep. I took a razor and started to slit my wrists. I drank the blood all depressed.

Did you know rabbits have to eat their own poo to survive? For some reason, this sentence reminded me of this fact. I wonder why?

Then I looked at my black GC watch and noticed it was time to go to Biology clbum.

Knowing Ebony, the dissection subject is likely to be Neville Longbottom. Which begs the question, how has this school survived all this time?

I put on a short ripped black gothic dress that said Anarchy on the front in blood red letters and was all ripped and a spiky belt. Under that I put on ripped black fishnets and boots that said Joel all over them with blood red letters. I put my ebony black hair out.

Stop it. Please. Just stop it.

Anyway I went downstairs feeling all sad and depressed as usual. I did sum advanced Biology work. I was turning a bloody pentagram into a black guitar.

that’s not biology. That’s not even approaching any scientific subject. It’s just stupid. Stupid as hell. See what I did there? Hell! Because Ebony should go there! And rot!

Suddenly the guitar turned to Draco!

Tell me how this makes any god-damn sense. I dare you.

“Enoby I love you!” he shouted sadly. “I dnot care what those ****er preps and posers fink. Ur da most beautiful girl in the world.

That’s the reason she ran off in the first place. If you want to win her heart, that’s probably not the way to go about it. Tell her she’s ugly. When I do it, it sends the girls wild. Wild with rage, mind you, but that’s neither here nor there.

Before I met you I used to want to commit suicide all the time. Now I just wanna ****ing be with you. I ****ing love you!.”

You’re using that word way, way too much. In situations like this, swearing doesn’t make you look cool. It makes you look immature. Not that you needed any help with that.

Then……………. he started to sing “Da Chronicles of Life and Death” (we considered it our song now cuz we fell in love when Joel was singing it)

I can’t help but feel for Good Charlotte. There is a certain group of people who, from now on, will forever bumociate them with Ebony. That’s just something no one deserves.

right in front of the entire clbum! His singing voice was so amazing and gothic and sexxy like a cross between Gerard, Joel, Chester, Pierre and Marilyn Manson

“Who let the cat in? It sounds really ill. Someone should euthanize it, it’s the only way to be kind to this poor creature.”

(AN: don’t u fink dos guyz r so hot. if u dnot no who dey r get da fuk out od hr!) .

I would dearly love to, but my task is not yet finished.

“OMFG.”

Omelette man flies gaily? What?

I said after he was finished. Some ****ing preps stared at us

“Who let these jokers into our biology clbum? What the hell are they doing? Is that my cauldron?”

but I just stuck up my middle fingers (that were covered in black nail polish and were entwined with Draco’s now)

How is that possible? It’s not, at least not without rendering your fingers forever unusable.

at them. “I love you!”

I’m sure that love is an emotion that you will never know, what with it being the antithesis to your existence.

I said and then we started to kiss just like Hilary Duff (i fukin h8 dat ****)

We know. You’ve told us. Several times.

and CMM in a Cinderella Story. Then we went away holding hands. Loopin

I thought he was incarcerated for being a paedophile? Why are you letting him wander around the school unaided? Ebony has committed worse continuity crimes, I suppose, so this one was to be expected.

shouted at us but he stopped cuz everyone was clapping by how sexy we looked 2gether. Then I saw a poster saying that MCR would have a concert in Hogsmede right then.

“No ticket needed! Just show up! Why would an immensely popular band like us have people who want to attend our concerts? As if!”

We looked at each other all shocked and then we went 2gether.

And don’t come back. I suppose you must though, cause chapter 16 is next.