Disclaimer unfortunately I'm not Jk Rowling.
Day 13 of this hell hole. 11 January 2013.
Jealousy, I can only try to describe it. Jealousy feels like a knife being twisted in your gut, like bile is rising in the back of your throat.
But then it ranges I could be jealousy of a friend and momentary hate them and then it could drive you to consequences no one can forgive you for in extreme cases.
When you feel the knife in your stomach, jealousy, it can blind you with hate and you might not even realize the consequences. Jealousy can itch away at your soul until you become a green eyed monster.
I know I am not making sense but you must understand I doubt I have much time left.
Sometimes when I close my eyes I can see fragments of memories or sometimes vivid memoires. now is one of them; I can see the 11th of January 2001 its morning. My eyes shot open and I slowly turned to look at the clock "6.45" a voice whined behind me. The voice laced with fake cheerfulness. "What are doing in my room Ro?" I demand without looking I knew it was my wonderful cousin Rose Weasley.
"Its your birthday Lils, your 14! Old enough to go to azkaban." Oh god I thought it was my birthday I ignored the azkaban comment, but she carried on "but according to my dad your still not aloud to date" she said that with such malice it almost scared me. She had augured with uncle Ron since she was 12 about guys. Shed been dating since she was 12, she was Hogwarts princess.
She added almost as an after thought ''not that you'd get a boyfriend" what a great birthday already.
Rose, has sorry I mean had (already my minds deteriorating) anyway she had permanently shiny, thick waist length gorgeous Autumn coloured hair a deep redy brown colour. She had a beautiful heart shaped lips a perfectly in proportion with her face but also the perfect shape to make a smug smile. She had a small button nose and fake rosy red cheeks. But by far her best feature is her bright coloured eyes that seen to look into your eyes. Long black spiderly eyelashes that were fake.
That day she was wearing a low cut jumper that showed of too much cleavage, skin coloured tights with tiny black hot pants.
Rose was already up because she used to always wake up at 5.00am to do her heavy makeup. She doesn't anymore but then I guess you can't wake up if your 6ft underground and I was the one that put her there.
My eyes suddenly open and I'm shot back into the present day. I can't believe this memory was only 2 years ago. I must go now.
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