3 hey this is my first story so easy on the reviews. Thischappie is alittle confusin, but you have to be able 2 understand metaphors; I guess its the easiest way 2 put it. The night I wrote this I was kinda sad and a lil bit depressed so I just went wit my feelings. And no its not long, but that's cuz I wrote it at lyk 2 o clock in the morning, and then I got tired so I stopped, and then the next day when I tried to finish it, I just didn't have that feeling I needed to do it.

xxx hottiehogwartz

Disclaimer: none of these people are mine (unfortunately). JK Rowling owns and created them all


She ran, ran as fast as she could threw the woods behind the mansion in which she calls home. The damp lush moss and grass diminishing in her every foot step, the tress whistling in the peaceful wind, to the cave she hid during those drunken nights, the cave in which she escapes the world around her and becomes herself again, the cave that doesn't judge her like everyone and else, the cave where she can sort out all her worries, and cry out all her tears. She slowed down as she approached her hideout; she climbed down in the small pit that held the entrance to her other world. She walked inside and knew she was safe, and could be unharmed, because until she left that cave, she was invisible. She looked around at the familiar seen, the rocky and yet somewhat mossy walls and damp ground, the little river just in the very back of her cave, leading to the pond outside and above her escape.

The tears that flowed from her face were never showed to anyone, besides him. Him, the creator of all tears, her master, the thing that destroyed her, the thing that would never be known of what he truly is, because of her. She could change that, destroy all the tears possible, but that would never make it completely better, she would still have all the memories and pain scared inside and outside of her, forever, and for eternity. She never gave up, she always had a gut feeling that it would soon end, as it turns out that gut was telling her something, something that may have killed her even more than she had already died.

She wanted everything to become as it was a four months ago, safe, but this could never become, she knew it, and yet she couldn't make herself believe it. She always believed that there was some way to just go back into the past and ensure that the life changing effect that ruined herself and her life never came to be.

As she sat there, tears streaming throughout her angelic face, she thought threw a million thoughts. Every one of those thoughts made her think even more, even more about herself, friends, family, and the world around her.


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