I was actually sorta pleased with the beginning but I don't like the rest because it seems weird but Erin said to upload it so here it is. Please review.
You hated that you'd never been at Hogwarts with him.
Hogwarts is a time for whirlwind romances that start on impulses and a bit too much to drink and silencing charms and end with someone cheating on the other and crying and screaming and swearing you'll never date again.
Hogwarts is not a time to worry about how your cousin, who's his girlfriend, is going to react and what your father will say and anything your goddamn family is going to think.
You just want to drink a bit too much firewhiskey and pretend you're okay. Pretend you're perfect for each other.
You're fed up with everyone ignoring you and even so, you push your blood-soaked ballet shoes under your bed and push your sleeves over your wrists and tell your parents you're going to go do homework instead of going out and sitting on the train tracks.
One day, he finds you sprawled out over the tracks, the essence of beauty. Your hair's splayed out across the ground and your eyes are closed and he shakes you, urgently, screaming and cursing and hugging you to him.
You open your eyes and pull away because you don't need him. (You don't need him, you only want him) He tells you to stay off the tracks, that it's dangerous.
You just laugh because none of them know you. They don't know that it's not the train tracks that are dangerous, but you.
That one day they'll be all crying over your lifeless body and then you'll be noticed, finally. Then they'll be sad because they all thought they knew you, but they didn't.
Maybe if he was at Hogwarts with you, you'd have told him what was going on and hoped that he'd save you but it's too late for saving.
One day you walk out of your house and out to the train tracks and you close your eyes and with the sun on you, you think you might be able to have some peace. You think you might be able to sleep.