𝑈𝑠/𝐷𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑜 𝑀𝑎𝑙𝑓𝑜𝑦

Une.

Looking at my pale face in the mirror my dad burst in.

'Pack your bags now. We are sending you away!'

Tears fell from my eyes as I packed. I heard the door open and close. Wiping the tears from my cheeks I zipped the last suitcase up. I didn't mean to do it. I didn't mean to hurt mother. I would never. I just lost control?

A man walked into my room. He had a black suit on and a cape. He had black hair and black-dark brown eyes. I can't forget them. They were my uncles. I ran and hugged him.

His hand slowly patting my back. I felt comfort in the cold hand on my back more than I ever did in this house.

Taking my bags. I slammed the door. I didn't wanna say goodbye to either of them. Chucking the two bags in the car I let out a soft scream. I couldn't bare the pain.

I sat in the car. My uncle walking out the house obviously not happy with my father. Turning the engine and starting relieve flood over me. Numbing the pain. I can't believe they would do this.

I'm probably going to end up in a mental hospital.

"Uncle Sev. Where are we going?"
'Hogwarts?'
"Is that a mental hospital?"
'Hogwarts is no place for psychopath Dior. It's a school of magic.'

Magic? Did he just say magic. But there is no such thing. Leaning on my seat looking out the window. I knew I wasn't going to a pretty place. I was indeed going to a mental hospital where I will never be released.

Tears began pouring out my eyes again. My sleeve covered in mascara. I can't do this. Seeing a countryside I knew I was going far far away.

All those promises. All the memories all gone cause of one mistake that I can't remember or control. My uncle Sev knew about my life at home. For some reason they always treated me likes shit. And for what? What have I done to deserve such a shit life?