Hi guys! So if you hadn't read the description, I'm going to be writing a James Potter and Lily Evans Potter fanfiction. This is my first fanfic ever, so please take it into consideration. Constructive criticism is always welcome, but please do try to be nice.
After you read, I would love for you to leave your opinions in the comments section. You can always private message me, or reach me at ishouldbereadingrightnow on Skype (it's the same as my username). I am open to suggestions, as I am writing this as I go.
And special thanks to my friend (she's not on this site) who has been helping and encouraging me to write this.
I am also looking for a beta, I did not use one for the prologue, but I would love one for the rest of the story.
I hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not, under any circumstances, own any characters in this story; they all belong to J. K. Rowling.
People always tell you to be yourself. And I try. I really do. It's just that I've been pretending to be someone I'm not for so long, I forgot who I am. It's easier than you think. You're probably thinking, "That's rubbish! She's crazy." I think the fact that I'm not lying, the fact that I am only telling the truth, is what makes me crazy.
When you tell your own mind and body to be someone you're not, you start to convince yourself. You tell yourself who you're going to be every morning when you wake up, even if it's completely against your nature. After a while, the lie starts to get to your own head, and you don't even realize it until it's too late. You don't realize until you're already gone.
The whole reason I'm writing this is to warn you to not lose yourself like I did. I'm going to tell you the symptoms, and how to get yourself out before you get in too deep. I'll show you the consequences, and what it's like. How you never want to go back to your old self, but at the same you want to go back so badly that it physically hurts you.
But I will also show you how I got too deep. How I was suffocating, drowning, in my own mind. And I will tell you how I got saved, and who saved me. It wasn't easy at all. But it was worth it. It was worth every time my heart broke and every time I had to pick up the pieces and put it back together. It was even worth it when I lost four people that were so close to me, I could practically feel their heartbeats, right next to my own. It was worth it when I was finally saved, when I gained more than I had lost.
I will tell you my story and how I will go down in history. I will tell you the story of myself, Lily Evans.