Chapter 18: Self-centered
A/N: Ahh... I forgot to update yesterday. Sorry.
So cause of my mistake- this chapter is especially long. No- not 200 words long- try to not stray away too much. 150 is this one. Each following chapter will still be 100 words long - cause I say so. Thank god someone warned me about my messing up Robert's name on time.
Also...
WARNING: This is where the REAL angst-tragedy-hurting happens. I will be messing with minds- specifically with the Dursleys from now on. Oh come on? Dudley just died, for crying out loud! This is tearing the family apart- or is it?
They were walking. It was the first time that she was allowed to walk within the same area with them. And in public too. Just the three of them. Like- a family.
Holly didn't know what to feel- she was torn between anger and pure...bliss.
Of course- there was no means of affection. No talking. No...looking.
They were simply walking together- uncle Vernon and auntie in front of her- but that was O.K. too. It was alright; even if they both looked hypnotized and...
Dead.
It was O.K.
Because this was the very first time that they were (indirectly) nice to her.
Although, she felt angry.
At herself.
'How could she be so selfish? And at the day of her cousin's funeral too?' A small hissing voice which sounded like Robert, whispered inside her mind.
Still...
She was the one finally getting attention.
Q: How OLD do you think Holly is?