Didn't you know more men get depressed than women? Anyway, I just wanted to say that. D
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter
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I thought about what everyone told me. I can't help but feel guilty. I hurt so many people. I hurt myself in the process too. There won't be a night I wouldn't cry, there wouldn't be a day I felt miserable. I thought my decision would make me happy, but it didn't. Then it led to a conclusion.
I have to tell.
I was outside my dad's office, walking back and forth nervously. My mom knew but she told me it would be better if I say it to my dad.
"Just knock," my mom suggested. I sighed and stopped on my tracks. I closed my eyes and knocked on the door.
"Come in," my dad said. I breathed in and swung open the doors. I opened my eyes and saw Eric, Mr. James' son.
"Ah, Alicia! I was just talking to my future son-in-law-"
"Dad," I began quietly, "I have to tell you something in private…"
"Well what you could tell me, you could tell on Eric! He is your future husband," my father smiled. I just nodded nervously.
"I…" I cleared my throat, I have to get this over with, and "…I don't want to get married."
My father froze on his place, with a confused look. I closed my eyes, trying to hold my tears.
"Dad, I don't like to do this… I don't love Eric… I don't like being hurt…" I added on, "…I never told you this but… I love someone else… I just didn't want to disappoint you…"
"Oh, Alicia!" he said approaching me with open arms. I was scared, was he going to scold me. But instead, I received a hug. I opened my eyes, my dad was hugging me!
As we let go, I couldn't help but smile. Realizing Eric was there, I cleared my throat again and looked at him, "Sorry, Eric, I should've…"
He shook his head and stood up, "Let's just be friends. Yes, you were an incredible woman, Alicia, but… you're right. You can't love me back."
I smiled wider, "It's good that you understand."
"Goodnight Mr. Spinnet, goodnight, Alicia, I'll tell father the news." Eric apparated.
"Dad, aren't you disappointed?" I asked nervously as Eric disappeared. My father sighed.
"I am because you should've told me in the start, but I'm happy because you told me before things had gotten worse," my father said. I smiled and hugged him again.
"Ah yes, but Alicia, do tell me about this man you love now," my father said, getting to a serious tone. I can't help but turn a bit pink. Fathers do have to get protective.
"Vince, the man is no harm. He's also educated, and has his own business," my mom said all of a sudden. She was listening by the door all along.
"Ah, but a name could make a difference," my father pointed out sternly.
"He's an old friend of Alicia, George Weasley," my mother said.
"Ah yes, that chap! Having a booming success with his twin brother! I dare say their products sure are exceptional!" my father exclaimed.
"So you knew him?" I asked. My father chuckled, "Your mother told me all about your friends. But that little boyfriend-girlfriend thing is something we must discuss about."
"But dad, I'm not a teenager anymore!" I protested. He chuckled.
"Maybe for your future daughter," he said. I laughed.
"What about Mr. James?" my mom asked all of a sudden. My father's expression turned serious but it wasn't too serious. Then, it broke into a smile.
"He'll understand. Besides, we were thinking this whole arranged marriage thing is just too old-fashioned, isn't it?" my dad joked. My mother and I laughed. I never felt so at home in a long time.
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Hotel
I lay down in bed and thought happily to myself. I'll tell my friends tomorrow. Surely, they'll be happy.
Knock, knock
I opened the door and saw a very tired-looking Katie with Ginny right next to her. Katie was still on her robes, and Ginny was still in her Healer's uniform.
Before Alicia could speak, Katie began to speak, "You have to go with me to St. Mungo's now…"
"Why?" I asked; confused.
"George… he tried to drown himself!" Ginny gasped. I clapped my hands over my mouth. Oh no.
It would've been easier if you didn't exist at all!
The words played back over and over again in my head. It played like a broken tape recorder. It played like a parrot saying those words again and again. It played like a little kid's chant to mock you. It played like a mother giving a lecture to her own child. It played like a song that got stuck in your head for days. It played in my head over and over again.
"Alicia!"
I snapped back to reality.
"Let's go!" Ginny said. Katie had apparated already. Then Ginny did. Then, I did. We all apparated to St. Mungo's.
We all ran up the stairs, looking for the room of George. We finally arrived. He laid there, he was pale. I couldn't go near him. I was too scared.
How come whenever we have fights, one of us gets physically hurt?
Agh, it's a reminder of our foolish fights. Ugh, I know, I'm so sorry!
"Alicia!" Angelina said, ushering me in. I couldn't move I was too scared. The Weasley family was there too. Ginny must've told them because Bill and Charlie were giving me glares.
I eyed Oliver, Fred, Angelina and Katie on the other side. I walked up to them nervously.
"Look, I'm so sorry…" I told them, "…I know I acted such a stubborn prick and treated all you like as if you were all shite…"
They just stared at the pale George. He was slowly breathing, I could tell. But he just seemed pale. And he was wet, as Ginny and Katie said, he tried to drown himself.
"I told my father already… and you were all right… I should've thought better…" I continued on. They looked at me.
"We forgive you," Angelina said, "but all we have to worry now is George."
I nodded in understanding. It was a weird apology but nevertheless relieving. Soon, the hours sped by. Visitors had to leave; even the Weasleys weren't there anymore. The only ones left in the room were Alicia, Katie, Oliver and of course, George.
"Alicia… we're going to go soon," Katie said. I just nodded.
"You have to go, the nurse will have to send you away," Oliver told me. I shook my head, "Not in my watch."
Oliver and Katie sighed at the same time.
"He'll be fine," Katie assured me, "the nurse said he's recovering…"
"I want to be there when he wakes up," I told them. They both nodded.
"Goodnight, Lish," they both said and walked out of the room.
"He hit something hard on that lake, they said," Oliver said to Katie as they walked down the corridor.
"A rock or something, he dived in, but he was too frustrated to mind where he dived into the water. He wasn't looking straight," Katie told him. Oliver nodded, "At least he's alright…"
"It's like déjà vu all over again."
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"Alicia," the nurse said, "You have to go."
"I have to stay with him…"
"You have work tomorrow."
The nurse knew Alicia. Everyone knew Alicia. Every nurse knew every nurse anyway, usually through gossip. But the nurse knew Alicia because she was also assigned to the Witch's Pregnancy Center. She was in the Maladies and Injuries part because that was her night shift. The nurse had two specialties and that is why she's assigned to two centers.
"Marie, it is okay, I'll work tomorrow but visit him. Besides, my work is here, right?" I told her.
"Well you got a point. But no visitors allowed at this hour…" Marie pointed out. Alicia just shook her head. "I want to be there when he wakes up."
Marie sighed, "Well… okay." And Marie walked off.
Alicia turned to George again. Alicia touched his hand. It was cold, must be freezing after that attempt of drowning himself or suicide in other terms. Alicia cried softly in the night, feeling forlorn. She wished to take back every bad word she told him, she wished to take back every wrong she did. She clutched his hand tighter.
Then she felt something.
She opened his hand and something fell from his palm. Alicia wiped her tears away and picked up the mysterious object that fell from his hand. Alicia cried some more when she saw the item.
It was a ring.
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