WILLIAMSON, vendetta

[vendetta]

Nickname: Jurate
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What can be found in a name:
Vendetta Anne Williamson
When the day I was born:
12/07/1958
The Angels screamed:
Matt Anthony Williamson
Danielle Megan Williamson [nee Taylor]
And Hell shut its doors:
Dean Mattheus Williamson (older)
While creatures retreated:
None
To depths unknown:
Muggle-Born

I hide from them:
Common Room, The Black Lake, The Astronomy Tower, Honeydukes, The Owlery.
Be who they want to see:
Vendetta had always been pretty, even when she was little. She has really wide, almond shaped green eyes that she is actually really glad of. She got them from her dear mother, and she had always considered her mother a beauty. Her facial features are quite soft to the eyes, and her full lips fit on her face well. Detta has shoulder length blond hair that she got from her mother also, but she was never ever classified as a dumb blond. She doesn't really appreciate the need for make up as most other girls do, Vendetta likes natural beauty, mascara and lip gloss. Seeing all those other girls with mountains of make up, makes her wanna puke.

She had always been petite, and got most of her features from her lovely mother, but the one thing she got from her father was his straight nose. Maybe she got his athletic build too, but she'll never know. Detta has always been good at sport, hence her athletic build, and is always underestimated because of her tiny build. She is thin, but not too thin like those anorexic freaks, she doesn't see the point in starving her self, because she believes that she is quite beautiful the way she is.
But that leaves no one:

To discover that inside:
There are a lot of ways which you could have described Vendetta Williamson four years ago. She was quiet, and kept to herself, but when spoken to she gave only one word answers and was feisty when picked on, but not anymore. She doesn't say anything, because when she was thirteen something happened to make her mute. She is still really upset about that, and she feels that her life will never ever be the same. She likes to watch the world through the eyes of someone that has a normal life, and can communicate in ways other than hand gestures, she feels robbed of her freedom of speech, and so she keeps to herself. Most people can't understand her, so she confides in her one and only friend, her journal.

She has a great imagination, but the sorrow hides it. In lessons, the teachers never pick on her for answers, which she is thankful for. She was scared that she would be kicked out of Hogwarts because she couldn't speak anymore, but the Headmaster was quite supportive, and Vendetta felt a chance arise within her. Detta knows that she should go out of her way for people to hear her, but she feels like she was betrayed, and doesn't have the strength anymore. Vendetta does a lot of wishful thinking. She is a sweet and loving girl, she is full on into romance and likes to lose herself in books, but Detta has come to terms with the fact that no guy will love a freak like her.
This soulless being:
`` Dean
`` Magic
`` Flying
`` Being Alone
`` Charms
Is just as lost:
`` Snakes
`` Her memories
`` Jealousy
`` Obnoxiousness
`` Hypocrites
As everyone else:
`` Academic Things
`` Flying
`` Persuasion
`` Lying
`` Keeping Secrets
In a world that knows only hate:
`` Crying
`` Listening
`` Dreaming
`` Chocolate
`` Romance
`` Pressure
`` Potions
And causes pain for the soulless like me:
`` She wishes that her parents would make up, but she doesn't dare interfere.
`` She had to push her mother out of the way, so that her father wouldn't throw a knife at her, it landed in Vendetta's neck. She hides the scars.

They left me to die:
Grandmother Evelynn
Grandfather Rufus
Cousin Rosalyn
Aunt Chelsea (mother to Rosalyn)
On a bed of roses:
Grandmother Rachel
All others deceased, he was an only child.
Blood seeping through:
His father tried to kill her mother out of rage.
The satin sheets of fame:
Poor
What a bitter story of love:
Vendetta was born into a poor, muggle family sixteen years ago. When she was little, she didn't know what it meant to be in poverty, merely because her parents gave up everything for her, or tried to anyway. Even though they didn't have much, they tried to look after both of them as best as they could. They were so in love, and so glad to have a second child, even though they weren't sure weather they could care for both of them. Dean was first, and he was loved too, but the second child usually is more loved, so Dean felt unaccepted. Detta loved all of the attention, she was a really pretty baby, and her parents were proud to have her as their own child, and Vendetta was happy. She thought that it was normal not to eat dinner every night, and her parents said she's eat at school, but as Ven grew older, she understood that it wasn't normal. Dean took care of her when her parent's couldn't, but she still knew that they loved both her and Dean.

She cried when Dean left for Hogwarts. She didn't understand why he had to leave her, she thought she would never forgive him for leaving her, but a year later she got her own letter. She was eleven, and she was tired and hungry, but the letter opened her eyes. She had squealed for absolute joy, and knew what it was like for Dean. To have a chance to get away from this awful life, no matter how hard their parents tried to give them a happy and satisfying life, it was never enough. She was pleasantly surprised to have magic run through her veins, and that explained all the weird things that happened when she was crying after getting home from school, and the other kids had laughed at her for being poor.

When she arrived at Hogwarts, Vendetta had not expected what she saw. It looked just so magical, the castle in her eyes was gleaming. She looked around at all the other nervous kids, and didn't feel like an outsider. However, the chatter picked up as they had to go in. She tried a conversation with a girl called Eve, but it failed, so she just stuck to herself, looking around in awe at everything. She had never seen anything as grand as this. As they walked in through the doors, and into the Sorting ceremony, she was scared that she would be put in with a crowd that wouldn't accept her, and shoo her because of how she lived at home, but the had upon her head had a hard time deciding. It would have been Gryffindor or Hufflepuff. The hat chose th latter. Her smile was so wide when the table that she would join cheered, she just felt like she had something to look forward to.

Vendetta had friends, sure, but they weren't very close, and any chance of being close friends with someone was taken away from her after two years at Hogwarts. When she went home for summer holidays in her Second year, she was ecstatic to see her parents again. Dean had been so ice to her, showing her around the castle, even though he had been sorted in the Ravenclaw. However, what she when she got home she didn't like. She had been disappointed that her parent's hadn't been waiting for them, but Vendetta still had hope. Getting home was an adventure, and when she got home her smile faded. Her parents were arguing, and Detta and Dean just stood there, watching in awe. Her father had a knife in his hands, and her mother was screaming. Her father, Matt, threw the knife, and in instinct Vendetta jumped to push her mum out of the way, with a scream of 'NO!' and tears streaming down her eyes.

The knife his her in the neck. She nearly died, but dean called an ambulance, and they got there in time, however the knife had cut her vocal cords. She cried even harder, but sound would not come out. In a couple of weeks, her life changed so much. She got a letter from Hogwarts saying that they heard about her condition, and that she'd be able to return, though she's have to go home again in the summer. At least there was one piece of good news. Her parents cried, and soothed her, but she just glared at her father, and never wanted to see him again, but couldn't tell him that. There was a rage in her that could never be let out again. When she got back to Hogwarts, Vendetta saw how everyone looked at her, like a freak. She hadn't had any friends since then, and just kept to herself. But she hoped that they would see her as something more than a freak.

Her liquid emerald eyes looked out at the world, through empathizing eyes. The girl did that a lot, she imagined that she was someone else, someone normal, not someone considered a freak. She smiled to herself, a soft smile gracing her soft lips. A freak. She didn't know the meaning of the word, she didn't know who decided the meaning. She wondered who it was that just picked people out and said;- 'Hey you're a freak.' Even the quiet ones, the nice ones were judgmental, and Vendetta Williamson hated it all, and hated them all. She had always been alone, but Vendetta felt like even more of an outsider, people avoiding her eyes, and her theirs. She just melted into the scenery, but maybe that was for the best. Maybe she had sone something wrong in her life and deserved such a punishment.

She tried to fight, she really did, but she had to face the turth. She would never be able to scream in frustration, argue or say she loved someone. What kind of life is that. Vendetta shook her head. It wasn't life at all. Sometimed she wonders what it would be like if she wasn't in the world anymore. If she died, would anyone apart from Dean care? Probabaly not, and Dean was the only thing that kept her going. Right now, Detta was walking through a crowded corridor, wincing at all the harsh laughted. Everytime Detta hears things like that, they draw tears to her emerald eyes. She hates jealousy, and hyppocrites, but she is both. Her jealousy really was eating her up inside, the envy was turning her green. What did she deserve to lose something that was so special, and made every person unique and stand out depending on the way they used it.

Her face was looking at her feet, not meeting any eyes. Some people still stared at the ghastly scar on her neck that the knife had left, hence her hair being out most of the time. To hide the cause of the problem. Just then she felt a sack on her shoulder, and she staggered back, looking back at the boy who had smacked into her. She saw a flash of anger in his eyes, and the flash of fear in her own. 'Watch where you're going, you stupid mute freak.' He nearly screamed at her, and Vendetta felt tears rush to her eyes, but he only glared. And she ran, silent sobs escaping from her mouth and tears rolling down her cheeks. She knew that that kind of reaction was expected, but it still it cut her like a knife and left a fresh wound. People stared as she ran, she opened the nearest door, and slammed it behind her, sliding down the door gently, trying to escape reality.

[.going down in flames.]

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[.going down in flames.]