I open my eyes
Why is he here?
I had fallen asleep writing my letters, the pressure of my journal leaving my chest woke me, I am a light sleeper anyway.
But why is he here?
This isn't one of my dreams is it? Lately I had been dreaming less about Tom and more a Draco Malfoy, these dreams consist of me pummeling him till he cried blood. This passionate rage against Malfoy erupted it seems from no where, but still it's there. And every time I see him it stirs inside of me. I need the solitude of my new life though, so I ignore it. I need the loneliness as punishment for what I did.
But why is he here now, when I'm awake?
I look from his face, to his white blonde hair cascading down just past his shoulders and further down, he has yet to realize that I have woken. My eyes fall upon his hands, not his hands exactly, but what he holds so delicately in his hands. My journal. My heart is pounding, my head is racing.
Why does he have that?
Why is he reading it?
Why is he here?
A/N: hey guys, sorry i took so long, i had mucho studying to do with exams and all, but i finally got some freetime : )
another short one...but ill have more chapters up soon!
thanks julie! your my only reviewer! and i read your story and i LOVE IT! its really dark, but great! and yes, i also like short chapters and long fics, good thing that i'm planning on continuing this one for a while. if you have any suggestions they would be much appreciated!