Why don't you Stay? (Sequel to Kiss me if I'm wrong Fred Weasley Love Story)

Chapter 13 ~ I need help

Song for this chapter is Demi Lovato ~ Shouldn't come back

*Kiara's POV*

Why didn't my mum listen to me? I knew coming back here was a bad idea, I knew something like this would happen.

I can't do it anymore. I need to get away from here. Anywhere but this place. I can't go home, I have no other family but Mum and Emilie.

I can't stay with Fred anymore. I know what you're probably thinking, but if I'm going down, I'm not taking him with me.

I know what I need to do. I need to leave everyone for the better. Fight my own battle and stop relying on other people to pick me up when I'm down.

My life is slowly becoming one big 'I don't know'

Life is funny, isn't it? When you think you've got it all figured out, just when you finally begin to plan something, get excited about it and finally feel like you know which direction you're heading in, the paths change, the signs change, the wind blows the other way and suddenly North is South and East is West and you're Lost.

I don't think people understand how stressful it is to try and explain what's going on in your head when even you don't understand.

I'm standing on a line between giving up and see how much more I can take.

It's hard to wake up from a nightmare when you're not asleep.

I hate this feeling. The feeling like I'm missing something, a part of me missing, like a gaping whole in a mish mash of puzzle pieces, like I'm incomplete.

You know what that missing puzzle piece is, or more to the point who that missing puzzle piece is.

The soft sound of my nanna Ivy's voice echoes softly through my mind like a warm summer breeze.

Maybe I should talk to him. Tell him how I feel. I can't open up to my mum. My friends have no idea.

So maybe telling him will make me feel better. Worth a shot...

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I rush back to the Ravenclaw common room after my last lesson. I approach the door and the painting stops me in my tracks.

''A poor man is sitting in a bar. He see's the man sitting next to him is very rich.

The poor man says 'I have an amazing talent; I know almost every song that ever existed.

The rich man laughs.

The poor man replies 'I am willing to bet you all the money you have in your wallet that I can sing a popular song that includes a lady's name of your choosing'

The rich man laughs again. He then replies 'Okay, how about my daughters name, Joanna Armstrong-Miller?'

The poor man goes home rich.

What song did he sing?''

Is this painting for real? This riddle is easy.

''Happy Birthday. This song can be sung with anyone's name in it''

At last I'm through to the common room, thank god. I rush up the stairs towards my room and quickly pull out the piece of enchanted parchment Fred gave me a couple days ago.

**I need to talk to you about something. I just need someone who will listen right now. ~Kiara x**

The writing slowly fades onto the paper. A few minuets have passed and still no reply. I'm getting worried.

**Of course we can love, meet at the old oak tree in ten minuets ~Fred x**