Complicated

Chapter 58: June 14th

get excited for the moment we've all been waiting for!! (i also suggest waiting until you finish the journal entries to listen to the song as you read the SCORBUS moment)

J U N E 14th

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Kathy's Journal

June 14th

Dear diary,

is that even how we're supposed to start this crap? I'm supposed to put all my feelings and emotions and all that crap into writing because you ministry bastards and psychiatric fucking healers are making us do this to not fall off the bloody edge.

Stupid fools.

I like to read, not write.

Though I haven't picked up a book, not even to study, not since... well you know.

How am I even supposed to put my emotions into paper when I can't even identify what they are?

And the worst thing is, we all have to do this: Cierra, Ric, and me.

Cierra lost her child.

She shouldn't be forced to do anything.

How the fuck is she going to put her emotions into words?

She lost her daughter.

She doesn't know that. It was a girl. Seraphina. Or Aspen.

Stupid fools.

And yes. I know you are going to have to read this.

So again: stupid, idiotic, motherfucking fools.

It's been two days since we've been released from St. Mungo's and today's our first day back at Hogwarts. First night I should say. And I still have to write this crap.

I'm getting an assignment every journal entry.

"What did you see?"

Well, considering that little bitch Lucius Malfoy made us see our greatest fears, that's what I saw. My greatest fears. Who knew there were multiple? I wish I didn't.

First: I stood on a very high tree branch and had to find my way down, mind you, this stupid tree branch was like 1000 meters off the ground.

Once I made the way down, I was faced with my second fear.

Second: Fred. He stood at the bottom and when I realized and tried to climb my way back up he grabbed me. He choked me. He touched me. I experienced what had happened to me that night. Over. And over. And over. It was a continuous fucking cycle. I thought it would never end.

Then it did. Only to be something much worse: my third fear.

Third: My mom died. Right in front of me. I watched some of the strongest people I've ever met deteriorate before my eyes at the loss of their friend, their sister, their wife. She died so quickly.

And the worst part of that? It felt so real.

Everything did, I mean. But my mom's death hit me differently. He made it seem like I was out of his mind controlling spell when I wasn't. Little bastard.

So there. I told you what I saw. You made me relive it once again and write it down on paper. Happy?

Also, the mark on my calf hurts like a fucking bitch, would you (and I say this in the nicest way possible) give me some fucking sedatives? Please and thank you, you idiotic bastards.