The night, the night is made to sleep, but tonight I can't sleep, like every night since weeks. Why do I have the impression I made a mistake? I know it's bad, but they deserve it… It's my destiny.

I know it's not my war, it's theirs! It's not my fight, I don't care about all of I can't sleep. I can't think of anything else.

Did I really make a mistake? I know the answer, but I can't admit it. The truth scares me, I prefer being blind, I prefer hearing nothing. I can do that beyond people, but I can't hide it to myself.

I would like to drink to make me forget all these things, but I can't. The house overflows of death eaters…

I am stuck in a war, I am stuck in the wrong camp, I am stuck in a fight which isn't mine. I am prisoner in my own life.

Tomorrow will be the day. I'll be marked.