*~Erin, Chapter 3~*
A/N: Well, my third chapter. I write a little almost every day now, so that's good!
"Why, hello." I looked behind me to see who had spoken. There was no one. I decided I must be imagining things, and went back to getting ready to jump. Looking down at where I would lay dead, I realized there was someone there already. So that's who spoke!
"Who are you?" I asked the boy beneath me. After a few silent seconds, he decided to answer me.
"Who do you want it to be?"
"Oh, don't ask me! I just want to be alone!"
"And why is that? Nobody wants to be alone. Why, alone is the place where all those bad thoughts creep into your head, like worms, and your brain deteriorates, and you become a mindless insane person suffering from depression." I was amazed at his words. He knew how I was feeling. Suddenly, I didn't feel so alone. Maybe it was because I wasn't, because there was someone with me, despite the distance, he was with me. I just wish we were closer, so I could get a good look, and maybe recognize him. All I could see was that he was long -- he was lying down on the grass, making it look very inviting, and he had light brown hair. I cocked my head at him and smiled, though I'm not sure he could see it from so far away.
"You're not in class." I said, stupidly.
"You're not either."
"Well, I'm on my way!" I said, now okay enough (and disturbed that I couldn't jump out of the window, because he was there making me think about it) to go off to class. I turned from the window, grabbed my book, and was about to head out my door when my heart gave a jump. I wanted to see him again. I shouted a "Come back sometime!" out the window at him, then went to class, happy, yet disturbed that he'd found my way into my heart so soon after I'd just been through a heartbreak. I was met just outside the common room by Karen.
"Class is over, glad you decided to join us." She said coldly. I wanted to cry. How could she be so mean? I threw my books inside the common room as she went in, and continued walking, down through the halls, outside. I had to find the boy. I walked around the side of the castle, hoping to find the window of my dormitory. There were many open windows, but I found the tree that I knew so well right to the left of mine, and knew where my dormitory was. The boy was gone. I just sat underneath my window, near the tree, and wondered if he would do as I asked, and come back, and if so, when?
After sitting under the tree for hours, I decided he probably wasn't coming back soon, and I should probably go eat something. Then I remembered Karen, and how bad she had made me feel. It set me back into my mad-at-the-world-and-myself mood, and I walked into the castle with a frown on my face. James Potter and his crew, including the revolting Peter Pettigrew (who looks like a sewer rat) walked up to me as I walked in to dinner. How absurd. I ignored them and slinked away -- or at least, I tried to.
"Hi, Erin!" Said Remus. I was disturbed.
"I'm hungry." I replied coldly. I didn't want them near me!
"Oh, me too! Lets eat!" Remus said as he dragged me by the arm to the Gryffindor table. I was apalled at his rudeness. I really was hungry, so I stuffed a meat pie into my mouth and tried to get up to go to my table, but suddenly, the main course was over (I had been late) and dessert was served. I had to have some before it was all gone, because it was everyone's favorite: hot pumpkin cookies! I grabed an armful and started stuffing them in my mouth. Unfortunately, with a whole armful, I could not walk very fast and was back in my seat (escorted rudely by Remus) in a matter of seconds. I sat there and meekly ate my cookies, realizing that I couldn't get away until I was done eating.
After I finished eating, I raced up to my common room, not stopping until I was safely inside, protected by a password. Good thing I'm a fast runner, so I can outrun psychos like Remus! I didn't want to be around any of my fellow Ravenclaws, because as far as I knew, they were all mad at me for skipping class, so I went to my dormitory. Inside, I found Karen. I felt like my world was falling apart, and I wanted to be alone, or with The Boy At The Window. I then sat on my bed and looked at Karen's which was empty. I saw the note I had written before attempting suicide, "Look out the window" and indeed, she was doing just that. She was, in fact, staring out of it.
"Karen..." She looked at me from the window. "what are you looking out the window for?" Now that I'd said it, it sounded like and incredibly stupid question.
"A boy." She said calmly, then went back to looking out the window. My heart raced as I thought about the boy in the window. Is it the same boy? I wondered. There was only one way to find out, so I pushed Karen out of the way, and with a mumbled apology, took her former seat. I looked down. I saw a long body, just like before, and the same color hair. I was pretty sure it was him, since he lay in the same stretched out position as before.
"Did you talk to her?" I said, almost angrily. Which was probably stupid, because I couldn't be in love again so soon. After all, I had just gotten out of it, so what should I care if Karen had been talking to this boy? I did not own this boy. But somehow, I was protective of him already.
"Nope." I sighed with relief at his words. I shouldn't even have been worried. No wonder she had been staring at him like a zombie. They were both there and he hadn't said a word. I wondered if he knew who I was. I certainly didn't know who he was, and maybe he didn't know he was, but simply sat and watched this lunatic who was sitting in her window and didn't even notice him. That was possible. I had a huge urge to sing, but I didn't know what to sing, and so I didn't. I felt like we didn't even have to talk. I knew he understood me, probably even when I didn't say anything. Which could be bad, since I was...I won't say it. I am not in love with him. He laughed at me, and I hadn't even said anything! I must have looked pretty funny.
A/N: Well, my third chapter. I write a little almost every day now, so that's good!
"Why, hello." I looked behind me to see who had spoken. There was no one. I decided I must be imagining things, and went back to getting ready to jump. Looking down at where I would lay dead, I realized there was someone there already. So that's who spoke!
"Who are you?" I asked the boy beneath me. After a few silent seconds, he decided to answer me.
"Who do you want it to be?"
"Oh, don't ask me! I just want to be alone!"
"And why is that? Nobody wants to be alone. Why, alone is the place where all those bad thoughts creep into your head, like worms, and your brain deteriorates, and you become a mindless insane person suffering from depression." I was amazed at his words. He knew how I was feeling. Suddenly, I didn't feel so alone. Maybe it was because I wasn't, because there was someone with me, despite the distance, he was with me. I just wish we were closer, so I could get a good look, and maybe recognize him. All I could see was that he was long -- he was lying down on the grass, making it look very inviting, and he had light brown hair. I cocked my head at him and smiled, though I'm not sure he could see it from so far away.
"You're not in class." I said, stupidly.
"You're not either."
"Well, I'm on my way!" I said, now okay enough (and disturbed that I couldn't jump out of the window, because he was there making me think about it) to go off to class. I turned from the window, grabbed my book, and was about to head out my door when my heart gave a jump. I wanted to see him again. I shouted a "Come back sometime!" out the window at him, then went to class, happy, yet disturbed that he'd found my way into my heart so soon after I'd just been through a heartbreak. I was met just outside the common room by Karen.
"Class is over, glad you decided to join us." She said coldly. I wanted to cry. How could she be so mean? I threw my books inside the common room as she went in, and continued walking, down through the halls, outside. I had to find the boy. I walked around the side of the castle, hoping to find the window of my dormitory. There were many open windows, but I found the tree that I knew so well right to the left of mine, and knew where my dormitory was. The boy was gone. I just sat underneath my window, near the tree, and wondered if he would do as I asked, and come back, and if so, when?
After sitting under the tree for hours, I decided he probably wasn't coming back soon, and I should probably go eat something. Then I remembered Karen, and how bad she had made me feel. It set me back into my mad-at-the-world-and-myself mood, and I walked into the castle with a frown on my face. James Potter and his crew, including the revolting Peter Pettigrew (who looks like a sewer rat) walked up to me as I walked in to dinner. How absurd. I ignored them and slinked away -- or at least, I tried to.
"Hi, Erin!" Said Remus. I was disturbed.
"I'm hungry." I replied coldly. I didn't want them near me!
"Oh, me too! Lets eat!" Remus said as he dragged me by the arm to the Gryffindor table. I was apalled at his rudeness. I really was hungry, so I stuffed a meat pie into my mouth and tried to get up to go to my table, but suddenly, the main course was over (I had been late) and dessert was served. I had to have some before it was all gone, because it was everyone's favorite: hot pumpkin cookies! I grabed an armful and started stuffing them in my mouth. Unfortunately, with a whole armful, I could not walk very fast and was back in my seat (escorted rudely by Remus) in a matter of seconds. I sat there and meekly ate my cookies, realizing that I couldn't get away until I was done eating.
After I finished eating, I raced up to my common room, not stopping until I was safely inside, protected by a password. Good thing I'm a fast runner, so I can outrun psychos like Remus! I didn't want to be around any of my fellow Ravenclaws, because as far as I knew, they were all mad at me for skipping class, so I went to my dormitory. Inside, I found Karen. I felt like my world was falling apart, and I wanted to be alone, or with The Boy At The Window. I then sat on my bed and looked at Karen's which was empty. I saw the note I had written before attempting suicide, "Look out the window" and indeed, she was doing just that. She was, in fact, staring out of it.
"Karen..." She looked at me from the window. "what are you looking out the window for?" Now that I'd said it, it sounded like and incredibly stupid question.
"A boy." She said calmly, then went back to looking out the window. My heart raced as I thought about the boy in the window. Is it the same boy? I wondered. There was only one way to find out, so I pushed Karen out of the way, and with a mumbled apology, took her former seat. I looked down. I saw a long body, just like before, and the same color hair. I was pretty sure it was him, since he lay in the same stretched out position as before.
"Did you talk to her?" I said, almost angrily. Which was probably stupid, because I couldn't be in love again so soon. After all, I had just gotten out of it, so what should I care if Karen had been talking to this boy? I did not own this boy. But somehow, I was protective of him already.
"Nope." I sighed with relief at his words. I shouldn't even have been worried. No wonder she had been staring at him like a zombie. They were both there and he hadn't said a word. I wondered if he knew who I was. I certainly didn't know who he was, and maybe he didn't know he was, but simply sat and watched this lunatic who was sitting in her window and didn't even notice him. That was possible. I had a huge urge to sing, but I didn't know what to sing, and so I didn't. I felt like we didn't even have to talk. I knew he understood me, probably even when I didn't say anything. Which could be bad, since I was...I won't say it. I am not in love with him. He laughed at me, and I hadn't even said anything! I must have looked pretty funny.
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I must have fallen asleep, and I must hve gotten into bed somehow, because there I was, I had just woke up, and I was in bed. So that must have been a dream, where I fell out the window and he caught me and took me on a broom to live in a tree...well, come to think of it, that doesn't even sound half as romantic as it did when I was asleep. I refreshed myself, got dressed, put on some makeup and curled my bangs and was down to breakfast. I suddenly remembered what Remus had done to me the night before, at dinner, and thought about skipping breakfast, but my stomache refused to let me do that. I walked in, and, to my relief, I was early, and Remus was not there yet. I took a seat at the Ravenclaw table, and was actually gladd to see all the people from my house, however dumb they made me look in class. I don't know why I'm in Ravenclaw, probably because I don't really qualify for any house. I'm not hard working, because I'm always day dreaming. I'm not too brave, so cross off Gryffindor. I'm definitely not fit to be in Slytherin, I mean, Slytherin has turned out some of the most evil wizards of all time, and the only time I would have considered it was while I was in love with ...Malfoy. Ugh. I can't even say his name without wanting to barf.
Peace, parenteses, and popcorn,
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