HELLO AGAIN PEOPLE!! YOU WILL BE GLAD TO KNOW THAT I HAVE NOT BEEN LOCKED
IN A CUBARD BY IH8 SCLUB. SO I THINK THIS CHAPTER IS LONGER THAN THE
OTHERS BUT IT'S UP TO YOU LOT TO DECIDE THAT. I REALLY CAN'T UNDERSTAND
WHY ONLY MY FRIENDS HAVE REVIEWED. SURLY SOMEONE ELSE HAS READ MY VERY
FIRST STORY? I MUST HAVE MORE THAN 3 FANS SHOULDN'T I? BUT ANYWAY, HERES
CHAPTER 3. PLEASE REVIEW ME NOW! I MIGHT JUST DECIDE TO RUN OFF THE FACE
OF THE EARTH AND USE MY STORY TALENTS TO WRITE FICS FOR ALIANS. THEY MIGHT
APREICIATE ME MORE THAN YOU LOT SEEM TO DO. BUT ANYWAY YOU MIGHT CHUCK ME
OFF IF I DON'T GIVE YOU THE NEXT CHAPTER.
Chapter 3: death
5th September Why me? Just why me? Why does nothing good happen to me? I mean, first, the person I hate more than anybody else, James Potter, gets me drunk then pregnant. Then once the baby is born he acts as if she's invisible. And now, the very people looking after my daughter are killed protecting her. My parents are dead. I won't sink in. It feels like a terrible dream. But it gets worse, the greatest dark wizard that I know of, has taken my poor baby Annabelle, and fled. He could be torturing her for all I know. And James still couldn't care less. He doesn't deserve friends like Remus and Sirius. They have been kinder to me than my friends have. Though it could be because they are godparents. They skipped classes to comfort me today. It didn't help me much. But I can't say that they didn't try. They can't help me now. Depression is grasping me and pulling me down and down right down to suicide. People have been so cruel hearted. Don't they know a dark wizard kidnapped my first baby daughter? All they have been asking is " who's the father?" "Do we know him?" I'm just so furious, I just hope that they rot in hell! They ought to have worse, but I don't know worse. Nothing seems to be going right. Is it bad look or are the spirits really that mad at me? What have I done that's so wrong? I can't keep the thought of what lord Voldemort could be doing to my baby out of my mind. She could be lying in a ditch and I can do nothing to help. Out there all alone with god knows what. He could be feeding her to a pack of savage trolls. And all I can do is record my emotions! I not worthy of such mental pain. It's ripping me apart inside. No one can understand what I'm going though, so I don't know why they try. Oh... someone's coming gotta go..
Chapter 3: death
5th September Why me? Just why me? Why does nothing good happen to me? I mean, first, the person I hate more than anybody else, James Potter, gets me drunk then pregnant. Then once the baby is born he acts as if she's invisible. And now, the very people looking after my daughter are killed protecting her. My parents are dead. I won't sink in. It feels like a terrible dream. But it gets worse, the greatest dark wizard that I know of, has taken my poor baby Annabelle, and fled. He could be torturing her for all I know. And James still couldn't care less. He doesn't deserve friends like Remus and Sirius. They have been kinder to me than my friends have. Though it could be because they are godparents. They skipped classes to comfort me today. It didn't help me much. But I can't say that they didn't try. They can't help me now. Depression is grasping me and pulling me down and down right down to suicide. People have been so cruel hearted. Don't they know a dark wizard kidnapped my first baby daughter? All they have been asking is " who's the father?" "Do we know him?" I'm just so furious, I just hope that they rot in hell! They ought to have worse, but I don't know worse. Nothing seems to be going right. Is it bad look or are the spirits really that mad at me? What have I done that's so wrong? I can't keep the thought of what lord Voldemort could be doing to my baby out of my mind. She could be lying in a ditch and I can do nothing to help. Out there all alone with god knows what. He could be feeding her to a pack of savage trolls. And all I can do is record my emotions! I not worthy of such mental pain. It's ripping me apart inside. No one can understand what I'm going though, so I don't know why they try. Oh... someone's coming gotta go..