You may think that I would have the picture perfect family, the white picket fence and the all smile family. A loving mother, hard working father, and two rambunctious boys that only listen to their mom, with a darling daughter that looks just like her mother and acts like her too but this is not who we are, this is not who I am.
I am scared have been since I was nine years old and my brother told me to take out the trash, little did I know that this would be where it all started, the beginning of the end, a very long painful end. No one knew that I would be that one that started the down fall of our powerful family, that's all it took was one night. One night changed everything, from the way that I would later view the world, to how my dad acted around us.
Anyone would have thought that my dad, Harry Potter or anything you may call him, would change so drastically because of me, Lily Luna Potter, I would change everything. We would no longer be considered the perfect family, almost no pictures have us all smiling except one, one picture of when I was just born and that kept me going all through school, the only thing that kept me going.
I tried my best to be the perfect daughter to my mother and father, but I couldn't help let alone stop from being who I was. I tried to be Harry's daughter as the world viewed me but I'm not that strong, smart, or beautiful. I tied to ignore my mother's remarks about me and how much I was a disappointment to her. I tried to pretend that my father wasn't distant or hardly ever home. I tried to be many different things but this would only prove to hurt me in the end. I tried to change everything but you cannot change the truth.
You can try living on a lie but the truth will always be right there in your eyes looking back at you in the mirror.
I avoided mirrors for most of my life, I didn't want to see myself because all I saw where the scars of my past. I never saw myself clearly in mirrors because all I saw where dead truthful eyes staring at me say every negative thought that had been drilled into my head. People would try to ask what was wrong but they were only met with a blank stare in return. Only one person in my entire school life or my entire life actually got a response from me. He would save me in the end but the end was a long way away, and still is. I don't know if I'll ever be able to see myself clearly again, too much damage has been done. Irreversible damage that says with you forever, hunting you in your eyes and thoughts.
I have been damaged, I have tried, and I am out of things to do. It would seem that giving up is the only option left for me.