Its sitting in the pit of my stomach; I can feel it. I want to vomit, but I can't. I'm not sick just full of despair. I got great news today and I should be jumping up for joy but I can't seem to find the joy required. Instead I'm sitting on the widow still staring out lost…
I've been lost in limbo for so long unable to find my way out. I've goon though these past 4 years fading farther and farther into the background. I've cut everyone off unable to keep a friendship. I've watched them slip away one… two… three… until they no longer even glace at me in the corridors. I'm lost, walking in the corridors of despair.
Last year I stopped talking or participating in class, at first my professors were worried that something had happened but when my grades continued to soar they stopped asking and paying close attention to me.
I had found, a blank leather, bound book in a second hand shop in Diagon Alley(it had been spelled to never run out of pages). I keep my thoughts in it but it's not a Diary. I'd never keep a Diary, at least not any more. I sketch in it too, of the people who pass by. It amazes me how animated people are when no one is watching them.
I barley eat anymore, I'm not just angry anymore, so what's the point. I wonder sometimes what it would be like to fall a sleep at night. I've suffered from insomnia since the end of first year. I spend my nights wondering the corridors. I've come accustomed to the sounds of the castle and its sleeping occupant. Occasionally I come across someone wondering like me. But I've only ever seen their feet, from fear of looking up.
I'm being honoured with the proficiency ward this year for Potions, Muggle Studies, Charms and Transfigurations. That's wonderful right? I'm to be happy; filled with joy I was told… but I can't seam to find it in me…
So, I sit hear wanting to vomit, but I can't.
" Look boys what I've found" a voice says behind me
" A little Griffindor and even better it's the littlest Weeeeassssleeeey. No big brothers to protect you now?" he sneers as laughter rips through the silent corridors.
Suddenly ruff hands grab me and drag me to my feet facing their leader. They ripped me from my thoughts. Now he's got my book in his hands. I can hear him. He's reading things out loud and there laughing.
"…I see him when I close my eyes… he haunts my dreams…" still fantasizing about Potty-head? He laughs clutching his side.
I can feel the blood rushing to my face as it turns red and I'm shacking with rage. Suddenly before I can help my self my hand flies up in a fist aiming straight at his face.
CRACK!
A throbbing pain shoots though my hand after coming in contact with his nose. He drops my book; his hands fly up to his nose as it gushing blood. His face has changed in to sheer horror and shock.
I reach down and pick up my book before coming face to face with him again.
"FUCK OFF! Draco" I say before tuning on my heal and leaving. The air of confidence around me.
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