“I can’t believe I did that,” Harry said.
Ginny was grinning up at him. Even though it was darker in the corridor, her face seemed to glow bright and drive out all thought from his brain. He’d stopped and turned to her when the portrait door closed to make sure she was still happy, that she wouldn’t push him away and run the other direction for kissing her in front of the whole common room.
”Took you long enough,” she said, closing the gap between them and reaching for his arms. His mind stalled, his heart was pounding against his chest, so much so that he thought it might break free.
“I know, I’m sorry,” he rushed out. “I ran up here as fast as I could.”
Ginny threw her head back and laughed.
“Not that, Harry,” she said and reached around his shoulders to pull him down into another kiss.
It was softer than before. More intentional, but not necessarily tentative, because the way her lips pressed against his felt very new and he’d do anything not to fuck this up. He felt clumsy. Before he could figure out whether he was allowed to or not, his hands found her waist, like something out of his dreams. But she didn’t seem to mind because she was tilting her head back and pulling him closer and nothing had ever felt so good.
She smelled like the wind, the way she usually did after flying, mixed with those traces of floral scent that have been driving him mad for months.
“Oh,” he said, connecting her words, and pulling back enough to take a breath. “You mean long enough to kiss you?”
A voice from above startled them apart. Harry only caught the last few words of the Fat Lady’s stern request to split up and show some decency in “this public passageway.”
“Erm - sorry - we’ll just -,” Harry started as Ginny’s eyes narrowed at the Fat Lady with a strangely vindictive look on her face.
“It’s only public if you’re looking,” Ginny said.
When I was born all I was taught, by my parents, by society, took who I was and dropped me where they thought I belonged. Then one day I woke up, looked at my surroundings, and found them not to my liking, so I began the journey back to myself.
I don't think that you tried
to see it from my point of view
The hellish sort of pain
that only you could put me through.
I don't think you can see
that underneath I have accepted the plea
a non-verbal sort of surrendering me
There are no words that could be said
no apology that could mend this fence
yet I have silence myself
to hold on the last piece of peace
and not make a monster out of me
The anger that spoke
The words that intended to hurt
That hard rock shell was never a shelter
it was only a pretence
those cracks are too deep to repair.
I don't think you have tried
to ask the other side
only a straight long road
with blinkers on the sides,
it is in those hidden paths
that I reside in
hidden in and hoped so deeply,
that I could make it one day
without fighting to not be afraid,
still you have hurt me once again.
Though perhaps it was me this time
feeling the lost feeling of being left outside
and those voices fighting in my mind,
But only one that's too loud and too proud
stubborn with on emotions resting inside
It laughs every time.
Setting what I knew from those dark days
And this feeling doesn't seem to go away.
I don't think you have ever tried
to see it from my point of view
You have always loved taking sides
that only suited you
left me on the outskirts
trying to find myself anew
and God knows I have tried to
but this voice inside
It doesn't want me to let go any time too soon.
Freedom isn't Free; I can no longer pay my bills, afford my anti-suicide/self-harm pills, afford my therapist, afford my hearing aid, afford my mobility assistance, afford my surgeries, afford my testosterone, afford my doctors, afford gynecological care when I was confirmed to have a cyst and a extreme risk of cervical cancer, afford my fibromyalgia pills which, without, I literally cannot sleep, sit, work, draw, or do anything other than lay around crying in agony and screaming at the top of my lungs. Oh and I def have skin cancer.
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I cannot afford my medication or surgery:
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My Mom was super involved, so I grew up in the community.
I say they're a cult because they demand that your children don't go to school or consume any type of media (books, movies, games, etc.) that are not related to the religious group. Of course, you have you're typical stuff like no Harry Potter, no My Little Pony, no Dungeons and Dragons, but the cult I grew up in banned literally everything. I once got in huge trouble for reading Edgar Allen Poe because he didn't glorify God.
Aside from that, the cult also promoted all sorts of horrible things. They once made a married couple get up on stage and apologize for having sex while they were engaged because they did the math on their baby's conception. And yet, they refused to report or even fire the usher who sexually touched me and multiple other little girls, including the Pastor's own daughter.
They also told one a lady I was very close to that was being abused by her husband to pray for him to die if he was really abusing her because divorce is wrong.
They told me women don't go to college, and that I was lucky to even get to finish high school, that women shouldn't have jobs, that my father would pick which man I married and that I didn't have say in it. When I was 12 I told a deacon I was having suicidal thoughts and he told me to kill myself because the world didn't need someone like me.
I can talk about a lot of other really horrible toxic shit, but I'll actually refer you to this website: https://cult-escape.com/cult-test/
This website explains some of the defining factors of a cult. The group I was a part of matches each and every one. I could tell more stories, but they're all really depressing. I left the cult when I turned 18, and despite some awful repercussions I haven't looked back.
Hope this answers any of your questions, @gabwashere. Feel free to reblog asking more and I'll answer as many as I can.
All my life I've fought to win your validation
Always met with failure and humiliation
Maybe I belong here, shackled in this place where
No one else can see I'm nothing but a disgrace
The melodious vocals of this rock number give just the push you need to break through all obstacles standing in your way.
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Star Wars: The Clone Wars (2008) - All Media Types, Star Wars - All Media Types
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Characters: CC-1010 | Fox
Additional Tags: Poetry, Short Stories, Ficlets, Inspired by Fanart, Open to Interpretation, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Angst, Breaking Free
Series: Part 5 of Poetry Shorts Collection (Various Fandoms)
Summary:
A poem of Fox, cutting his strings.
Part of Poetry Shorts Collection of various fandoms