Sarah thought for a moment.
"It's so hard...being me. I know Marcella has it hard, too. But my mother killed my dad, then I was shipped off to live in a strange place where I don't know anybody, people make fun of my accent because I'm American....My mother expects me to keep in touch with her and to stay loyal to the Dark Lord. But she also said that if I screw up, she'll come and do to me what she did to dad. She said I have 3 chances. But they aren't really chances. According to her, it was my choice to come and live with a mudblood, and she counted that as a chance. I didn't want to come here. Ever. When I told her that it took the sorting hat more than 10 seconds to decide what house I should be in, she counted that as a chance, too. She said 'if you were truly loyal to the Dark Lord I would have been chosen to go into Slytherin in less than a second...' I accepted Marcella's offer to become a Death Eater so I could make mom proud, but she just said 'it's about time! You should have made that decision years ago when I killed your father!' I love my mom, but her expectations are putting too much pressure on me. Its all I can think about. I'm ashamed to admitt it, but I'm scared..." Sarah said everything but the last part fast. The last sentence she said slowly, and quietly.
Suddenly the back of her neck seared with pain. It was burning and she let out a scream. She clutched the back of her neck and whimpered in pain, tears pouring down her cheeks again.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry mom..." She whispered. "No, no please..." She begged to nobody. Sarah screamed with all the air in her lungs, falling foward. Her hand fell into the flames of the fire and glowed red. The skin was already starting to peal off of her hand, but she didn't notice because she was unconscious. |