I woke up, drenched in sweat and tangled rather uncomfortably in my blankets. What a great start to a wonderful Monday morning.

And to top it off it was five in the fucking morning. Please control your jealousy.

So like every other night I counted foxes because sheep creep me out, I read books even though I hate reading, I listened to music even though there was nothing good on the wireless, I even did bloody star jumps even though I'm one of the most unfit people you'll ever meet! It was useless, just like every other night, which is probably why I'm just passing all my subjects.

I tossed and turned but no matter what I did I couldn't get back to sleep, the nightmare still haunted me.

I never used to get nightmares, now they were a nightly occurrence. I used to make fun of one of Emily's dorm mates for having nightmares. I didn't understand then.

No one knew about mine though, I wasn't stupid like her. I put a silencing charm on my bed every night, so no one heard me.

That's when things started to get boring; I mean you can only stare at the ceiling for so long before you get the mad desire to stab yourself with a fork just for something to do.

Too bad there were no forks.

Wait, the kitchen has forks, and food! And if there's food I won't feel the need to stab myself in the eye. Win, win situation if you ask me.

I got up and slowly crept out of the room, careful not to wake any of my roommates. Not that I cared about their wellbeing but they just might kill me if I wake them up. They are Slytherins after all, evil.

At least they're better than Hufflepuffs, they're way to bright and happy and downright sickening. Whenever I see one I have this mad desire to throw them in the middle of the black lake to teach them that life isn't all sunshine and happiness.

Then they'd probably go and say something stupid like 'I need to go through suffering to fully appreciate the joys of life.'

No, you go through suffering because life picks favourites, and that is a fact.

The common room is empty, with the exception of some random first year curled up on the couch, bawling his eyes out. Acting every bit the bitch everyone claims I am I walked past him and left him to his loneliness.

Hey, I never claimed to be a Hufflepuff, I don't give a shit about his feeling so I won't pretend to, simple.

He looked up as I walked past, watching me leave with big hopeful eyes. I awkwardly avoided eye contact as I left, thanking Merlin he didn't talk to me.

Man, life is so much easier being heartless, who needs emotions? Not me.

The corridors were dark, cold and too silent, I felt like I was in a graveyard. I hate graveyards, they make emotions surface. I started humming to get rid of the weird graveyard-like feel that had taken over the dungeons.

I reached the kitchens rather quickly since they were in the dungeons and tickled the freakishly happy giggling pear. I hate the giggling pear, it giggles.

Yeah I know, who would've guessed?

The kitchen was deserted with the exception of a few house elves who quickly ran up to me as soon as they saw me. They looked slightly scared, like most people did when they saw me.

It's funny how you can get a reputation for being scary and violent when you've never even hurt anyone in the whole school. Well, I haven't hurt anyone physically. Just cause I'm a bitch, doesn't mean I'm violent.

I don't really mind though, it stops people from talking to me and annoying first years asking me for help.

This year's first years hadn't learnt yet, but they will in time. Everyone learned soon enough, I'm hopeless, a lost cause, there's no saving me.

Everyone gives up in the end, everyone.

People thought I was emotionless, thought they were burned away by the death of my parents. They were wrong, so very wrong. They were still there, torturing me, haunting me, I longed to be emotionless, to be free of the pain but like I said before, life picks favourites and we aren't exactly friends.

I don't have friends, being friends requires trust. I don't trust, trusting people leads to pain.

"W-would Miss C-c-corner like a-anything?"

I couldn't help but smirk, this only seemed to terrify them more. They were literally shaking with fear as they stood in front of me. This used to bother me, since I haven't done anything to them, it doesn't now, I just find it hilarious.

"Just a hot chocolate and a couple brownies."

I sat down at one of the benches and stared off into space, waiting patiently for the food. It wasn't as though I was overly hungry, but eating in the kitchens was preferable to sitting on my bed for two hours waiting for breakfast to start.

"M-miss?"

I looked over to see a gigantic tray floating towards me. Well, it was actually being carried by four elves but it looks like it's floating! They gently placed the tray on the table, as if they thought they would offend me if they put it down too loudly.

"W-would Miss C-corner like anything else?"

"No, I'm good."

Their relief so amusing that I had to shove a brownie in my mouth to stop me from laughing out loud at their idiocy. I'm a bitch, but that doesn't mean I'm going to kill everyone at the drop of a hat.

They scurried away as fast as they could without outright running.

I shrugged and continued eating the heavenly brownies, not caring in the least how may I ate. I knew I wasn't going to gain any weight, I never did.

The door opened to reveal Emily and her latest follower walked in, giggling like maniacs. Her follower was tall and had long blonde hair and the most makeup I had ever seen worn on one person.

She looked like a barbie doll.

Barbie froze when she saw me and nudged Emily whose eyes widened at the sight of me. She fidgeted with the sleave of her designer jumper and bit her lip. Well, I'm glad she's finding this awkward. "Hi Kyra."

I narrowed my eyes dangerously; did she really think after everything that I'd still want to talk to her? She must have walked into a wall recently, which wouldn't be surprising since she's blind as a bat without her contacts. No one knows this though, she finds it embarrassing.

Barbie looked between Emily and I curiously, she like everyone else didn't know the who story. All she knew was that last year we were close, she was trying to help me through the pain of losing my mother and Damien, then we came back this year and we were different.

I was described as cold, distant, they said that I had changed for the worse. I really could care less what they thought.

When I didn't reply she walked over to one of the other tables and sat down, waiting for one of the house elves to get their food. They don't need to ask what she wants, she gets the same thing ever time she comes; a salad with a glass of milk.

She worries about her weight too much, even though she's already too skinny.

She watched me warily, as if she was afraid I would jump across the room and strangle her. It was quite amusing to watch her fidget, she looked like a rabbit.

A disgusting, backstabbing, bitch of a rabbit that deserves to go die in a hole.

Barbie looked scared too, but not as scared as Emily. Emily had reason to be scared, I hated her guts but I had nothing against barbie, she was just stupid and had a terrible choice in friends.

The house elves hurried over to her with her salad and milk, beaming at her happily. They love Emily, I still haven't figured out why, which is annoying. I hate not knowing things, almost as much as I hate clutter.

Not that I have OCD or anything, because don't no matter what my idiot of a sister tries to tell you.

"Would miss like anything else? There are some pasties freshly cooked if you want them."

Stupid house elves didn't offer me any pasties, unprofessional if you ask me. I would complain to Headmistress McGonagall but she still looks at me with pity after six months. I hate pity, I don't need anyone's pity.

She ate silently, while barbie looked between me and Emily with worried eyes.

I ate my food quickly and left as soon as humanly possible, I didn't want to spend any more time than was completely necessary with her. She looked visibly relieved when I got up and walked to the door but didn't say anything to me.

Thank god because if she did then I'd have to hit her, and I really didn't feel like going to detention tonight.

So here is my new chapter. Kyra is a little bit lost as you can see... you meet Albus in the next chapter.. i think. the rest of the chapters won't be so serious because some more cheerful characters will be introduced. :)

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