As I put the letter down my hand touched another, it was my fathers, I didn't want to look into it and finish it but I knew I had to one day but it didn't have to be today. I sigh and go downstairs to check on my mom. When I get down there everyone is so quiet and they are all just staring at me.
"What is it? Do I have something on my shirt?" I look down and check my shirt but there is nothing there.
"Sarah..." My mom says softly and slowly "We are worried about your mental health. I want to send you to a therapist."
"What?! No! That's barbaric! I'm fine!" I say taken back at my mother's words
"You have been cooped up in your room all day every day and I can hear your crying. It breaks my heart" She says
"Do you think that I'll really get over the death of my father in a day?" I say almost yelling
"No, but-" I cut her off
"Mom you can't send me to a therapist unless you're saying that you're over dads death already," I say
"Of course I'm not," She says in disbelief
"Then you should be sent to a therapist as well" I snap back
"Sarah Salvatore don't you dare talk to me like that," she says getting up off the couch
"Mom you act like you are the only one affected by dads death" I snap
"No I don't," she says slowly
"Yes mother you do," I say
I get fed up with all this bickering so I head upstairs to my room. I close my door almost slamming it out of frustration. I sigh and write a letter once again.
"Dear Tom
I really hope you're getting these letters, I really miss you and I really need your support right now, you probably think I'm annoying because I'm writing you all these letters and you haven't written me back once so I'm gonna stop writing now. Just know I miss you, and I love you. Goodbye Tommy."
As I was writing that tears fell down my cheeks, why hasn't he written me back? I brush out my thoughts and give my letter to my owl and watched it as it flew off into the sunset. I have never felt this kind of pain before, I lost my father and the guy that I love isn't answering my owls, my mother thinks I'm crazy and my sister is grieving. I have no one. No one to turn to, no one to talk to, no one to cry to. no one. how can my life get any worse than this? I don't think it can. I think I'm ready to go back to Hogwarts, to my friends, to my home.
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The Man Who Couldn't Love ~Tom Riddle Love Story~
Fanfictieit's a story that takes place in hogwarts and instead of Tom Riddle being Voldemort he's actually Voldemort's son your name is Sarah Salvatore your parents are Damon Salvatore and Elena Gilbert (yes i know Elena and Damon's child is called Stefanie)...
