Another one of my depressing one shots.
i dont own Hp or anything Hp related
this is in Ginny's second year. be warned its pretty miserable.
review if you have time.
I wish I could just die.
I'm too scared to slit my wrists and watch the warm red blood seep out.
If I was adopted then I would actually have evidence showing I don't belong.
I don't have that evidence.
Each growing day seems to be getting longer and harder to live with. Last year was hell for me. Isolation, no friends, burned on the inside out it was the worst feeling ever.
It's even worse this year. People look at me as if I am a monster…they say beauty is only skin deep what if you don't even fucking have that?
Ron and the others are in their own little worlds.
I hate them.
I'm even more isolated now in a different genre of my life, familial status.
I want to go to a psychiatrist so somebody else can determine whether or not I am unstable. I cant judge myself, only those who are not me can be the judgers who watch with smug faces as they kill me.
I am alive but I am dead.
I am living but I am dying.
I lived after the ordeal of the sixteen year old dark lord, but inside I am still decaying like dead meat in the sun.
I cried at dinnertime, they didn't notice. They never notice.
They just laugh with smug faces as they kill me.