A/N: Another story???? I guess so. I hope this story turns out well (and makes sense). Hopefully I'll get this over by summer (and all those other ones too). LATER!

I think I own the plot. I tried to base it on something, but I ended up fixing the whole thing anyways. The Title "Are you afraid of being alone" is taken from Blink182's I'm Lost without you. This chapter's title is also from the lyric.

Disclaimer: I own your dog's chewtoy.

Title: Are you afraid of being Alone?

My Only Love Sprung from My Only Hate, Too early seen unknown and known too late. Prodigious birth of love it is to me, that i must love a loathed enemy.
-William Shakespear , Romeo and Juliet.

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ChapterOne. I swear that I can go on forever again

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The floor was cold; it got along well with the temperature. Her eyes were low and full of bitter sorrow. A girl was so full of happiness, once so grateful about the rainbows and butterflies. Not a single glint, any shimmer, or a twinkle found in her faded brown eyes. Her serene facial expression was so very emotionless. Yet she managed to keep it calm and still. But there was a tiny glow found deep within her eyes... but it was to guise the bruises of her soul. But did anybody ever see it?

His yells echoed inside her ears. It won't stop... But it's ok. Everything is ok. She's used to it. It's fine. She loves him...

He loves.... Her?

"Not good enough." That was what he said.

She waited until it ended. Her breathing turned slow and dense. She wiped each teardrop and managed to smile.

"I'll be back soon." She said softly. She got upstairs and walked into the bathroom. Her eyes were tired and sore. Her face has become pale. She turned the cold faucet on and stared at that girl behind the mirror, who stared back at her. Was this really her reflection? She saw nothing from the girl who peered back, except one obvious off coloured blemish. She bore her with her faint face. She wanted to get rid of it. She looked down at the sink and began to wash it off with cold water.

Water dripped down her face...

She replaced her clothes with proper clean ones. She fixed her hair, and sat down. Waiting...

She waited until he was finally gone. She got her purse, and left the door.

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She had just been fired from her job. But it wasn't quite close to what she loved doing. He was furious.

She headed to the grocery shop nearby. Oh, this was a great time to escape. Maybe to Diagon Alley? No. It wouldn't be a good idea. She's thought of it so many times, but she never got to do it. Easier said than done.

Only if...

She regretted those things she didn't do in the past. She should've done it. Let her feelings go. But no, she didn't. She really didn't...

And now, she said to herself, Am I happy?

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She stopped in her tracks when she saw her neighbors doing their daily jolly shopping, walking her way.

I can't let them see me...

She was ashamed.

Of what?

She was alone. She was ashamed.

She walked through a long abandoned alley, a short cut to the local shop near by. He was like a beast, who was as worse as drunk, when hungry. She looked down at her shoes and the wet ground. Am I normal?

The alley was dark. What can you expect at 7:30 in the morning? She held her purse tight inside her jacket as she hugged herself when the wind blew. It was errand time...

She stopped suddenly. What was that? She looked around to see nothing but shadows of trees, the shadow of the alley walls... shadow of a....

Nope.

She kept walking. Nothing but tree shadows... alley walls...

"Give me money or I'll kill you !"