Sometimes I sit and wonder: Where in this world do I fit in? Especially these days when everyone's against me. Maybe if they knew what I went through-what I am going through. The pain, fear, anger. No one understands me. No on loves me. No one cares. It's always my fault for everything. My fault the family broke up. My fault Ava can't pass her classes. My fault, my fault, MY BLOODY FAULT. When something goes wrong, oh! It's Rhianna's fault. I'm sorry, is it my fault that Voldemort rebirthed? Oh, is it my fault that Father got you pregnant with me Mother? Here, hand me a knife, I can fix that mistake. I know you wouldn't care much.