I sit here weeping, at my desk, and I hear your haunting call, looking no doubt for me. The air is cold tonight, and my shoulders are shaking, but not from fear, no, instead I shake from emotion, emotion that I was not allowed to express these past few years, and that I feel with cold certainty that I will never feel again. For after tonight there will not be enough of me left to feel anything.
Even if I was to escape this once improbable fate, I would not last long. After all the knowledge that my twin sons are to be taken away would more than kill me.
I am writing this letter so that one day justice may be found and my tale known, for I feel it will be the last of is kind. I do not however ask for forgiveness that would be foolhardy, for I have committed such crimes of which many rarely speak.
Therefore I shall not tell my name for fear of biased judgement. We live in much troubled times and my name is looked upon with much scorn. Instead I will refer to myself as Anna, although I do not know those of this name nor do I favour or detest it.
And now I will tell you about myself.
I am dark haired, black as deepest coal, or the sky at midnight. My hair was not always like this, but has been made this way as part of what I once looked at as my second chance, both in life and a way of finding acceptance with the people of our world, those once rallied around me that that I called friends, are all but faded to dark nothingness, like my hairs inky depths. My eyes are a crystal blue tinted on the inside with forest green, and were once as deep as the oceans, but they are now clouded and uncertain, like a lost child's, bitter with the sting of tears as I write ,quill in hand.
I have a slightly pale complexion, more so in recent days, to that of when I was young, when there was more colour to my skin. You share that trait too.
I am either 19 or 17 years of age, I also posses that that is called "the gift" or foresight, though it has never been a gift to me, more my curse.
I was born, 17 to 19 years ago, upon the eve of July 12th.
I was born in the country of Scotland, in a village not 15 miles off the coast in a small town named Mary's borough. I was schooled at Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry, although alas, my schooling was never completed.
Many have asked why over the years and now I shall answer those to which I was once silent , not for my sake , but for that of my sons who , I fear will not live past the cradle for the hatred of those like me .
And so I leave it to you, the last word I shall ever write , my children take care I shall never see you go , but I shall not rob you of the story of your birth with it , like you are to be so cruelly taken from me .
With love always wherever you go
Mom.
Ps: You both my eyes and your fathers smirk.
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