Abditory [H.S]

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TW: panic attack and mentions of self-harm.

Sorry.

I'll put a * at the start of it, so you'd know where to skip if you'd like to, and then a * at the end of it so u'd know when it ends.

Luella Jones

I didn't expect myself to be sitting in front of Harry having dinner at my house, but my life just keeps getting more interesting I guess.

I'll tell you how we got there in a minute though, hold on.

No matter how much life tests me out, I'll always be shocked by its ways.

It's a funny thing really, one day he's being rude and telling me to shut up, and the next he's driving me home, and now he's having dinner with my family.

I don't understand any of this either, believe me.

There's a few things I've expected to experience in life, but this, whatever it is, is a whole new level of a 'journey'.

I woke up to the usual light blinding my eyes like always, my mom yelling at me to wake up and get out of bed to help clean the house.

I didn't enjoy any of that, but it's not like I can just say no.

She orders me around like a puppet, she has the string and I'm just moving to it.

One of the reasons why I'm so excited to go to college.

It's like I seriously can't say no to her, no matter how much I try I won't be able, like ever be able to go in front of her and just say "no mom, I'm tired." because one, she'll rip me to shreds, and two, she'll tell me to suck it up and move on, because I'm not the only one tired, and that doesn't make me special at all.

I don't understand the way she thinks sometimes.

Anyways, back to what I was saying.

We cleaned the house for hours, then I managed to sneak off to make myself a smoothie because I felt like I would faint any minute after that.

Smoothies are what's kept me alive for the past few years, them and soup.

I don't like chewing much, it makes my jaw hurt, and drinking liquidy stuff is way more like my thing.

Plus, the more liquid I have, the skinnier I'll probably get.

Even though it's just digested food getting more digested- anyways I don't think I'm up to give you a science class right now.

I took a shower, stood in front of my closet for 45 minutes, just staring at it.

Eventually, I picked an outfit though, my mom said something about dressing up formally, so I put on the most expensive formal outfit I have.

She still didn't tell me what was going on, heard her saying something along the lines of "important business meeting for dad."

I didn't care much, all I wanted was to go back to bed as soon as it was over.

My thoughts changed after I saw him at the door, though.

I remember opening the door, being welcomed by his smirk as soon as his eyes landed on me.

He wasn't alone either, apparently his dad was friends with mine.

Yay for friendship!

I instantly went to close the door as a reflex, but my dad put a hand on my shoulder to stop me, shooting me daggers through his eyes when he saw me think about it.