Note: This is kind of a diary thing, and when I use [brackets] its like it was crossed out.
I am pathetic, I am dirty, I am worthless. I am Severus Snape.
I am sat in the hospital wing, covered in bandages. I felt like crying, or shouting, letting out my feelings in some way.
I'd tried self harm, it didn't work, I still felt like shit, I still felt useless.
I was about to do something, anything, but a tall tan boy with dark messy hair and iconic round glasses (I hated them) walked into the room.
[His hair fell in his eyes ans his body was outlined perfectly in his soaked quiddich uniform] No.. His nose was broken maybe? He smiled, [and I expected his usual toothy grin, all his teeth perfectly in line] But, he was missing a tooth, well half of one. I figured he'd been hit with a bludger during quiddich practice, but he came alone, Sirius wasn't with him!?
He came alone, even though he knew Madam Pomfory wasn't hereat this specific time.Who was he smiling at? It was only me here, the i realised.. we were making eye contact.Why was he looking at me? Why was he smiling at me? Was he hallucinating? Was I hallucinating?
I snapped back to reality, James Potter, practically my worst enemy [crush] was talking to me, like we were friends. Maybe I'd hit my head?
He spoke, his voice sounded weird with a lisp, although it was [cute?] less annoying than his usual tone.
My brain wasn't taking in anything that he was saying. I couldn't focus, whenever he was in the room, it was like i'd been possesed by cupid the stupid angel. I couldn't live like this, I couldn't be in love with James.. He was a blood traitor, filth. [But he was so strong and great at quiddich]
End of this chapter because I didn't write anything more during lessons yesterday.