Chapter 11
I remember the first day I ever met you. It was on the train in our first year. I was helping Neville find his toad and was going to each compartment to see if anyone had seen it. I walked into yours to ask you about it and you just looked at me for a moment before giving a cruel laugh.
"A toad? God if I had one I would try and loose it straight away. What would I want with a toad? They are disgusting!"
And with that you slammed the compartment door in my face laughing to your cronies.
Nine years on and your still here. Will you never leave me alone? I doubt it. Why leave me now when you can stay and haunt me for the rest of my life? He's gone and yet you still stay. Why? Three simple words that's why. You keep saying them. Everyday when I wake up from a nightmarish sleep, when I cry bitterly about the losses, when I shout at you, rage at you. You say those three words like they will make everything better. Well they won't. They can never heal the pain that I have suffered. They can never mend my shattered heart. But they can make me stop.
Thing is that I have started to crave those words. I cry just to hear them. I shout at you just so that you'll speak them again. You know this yet you still say them. You say them to see me stop and to just look at you; to soften and then to curl up next to you quietly.
I may hate you and I'll never forgive you, but I will sit here quietly with you for a while. The day you said those three simple words I stopped. And that's why I hate you.
