Riddle Me This: Tom Riddle Fanfic

Chapter 6⚠️

⚠️: Suicide, very sensitive topic do not read if that makes you uncomfortable.
ear Diary,

It's been 2 weeks since the incident. Classes were cancelled for the rest of the month, as if that'd be long enough to get over something like this. Tom has shown up a few times, my parents always send him away. I haven't left my room since the night I came home.

I haven't eaten either. I just sit here.

I am interrupted from my writing by a hoot outside my window. I open it to let the owl in and look at the letter, addresses with Tom's delicate handwriting. I don't want to open it, but I know that I'm going to. I switch it around in my hands for a moment before I tear the seal and take out the neatly folded piece of parchment.

My Dearest Esmeray,

I am terribly sorry for what I have done to you. I was in a fit of rage and I never meant to do something to hurt you so much. You have to believe, Darling. You are the only person in this world whom I have ever felt any sort of feeling for other than hate. You are the only person who has made me want to kill for them and not simply kill them. I thought you could possibly want her, I was jealous. I do not deserve you and I  am aware of that. I am aware that you deserve someone who can love you while heartedly without putting you at risk or putting you in harms way, even if it's just emotionally. I understand if you do not send an owl to me, saying that I am forgiven. I simply needed for you to know that you are on my mind and that I miss you terribly. I will never willingly admit that again, but I do. You hold my heart, My Love. You are the last thing in the Universe that makes me want to be good and if I lose you, I do not know if I will have any good left in me. Please get back to me, I am humbly on my knees for you, Esmeray Evans.

Yours Only,
Tommy

I blink at the letter a few times, not wanting to give into the love I feel for him. He even seems to have enchanted it to smell like him. And he signed it Tommy. I shake my head, immediately thinking of watching Cella fall to her death. That's when I know, I cannot give into him. Not now, not ever again.

I grab parchment of my own and start scribbling down a letter to him:

Dearest Husband,

I simply cannot forgive you. What you did is something that is worse than death for me. You killed my best friend. I used to be able to justify any wrong that you committed because I was so in love with you that I could not bring myself to see that you were the dictionary definition of insanity. It's fine, however, because I was also insanity. I do not know if could be considered sane now. I still love you, more than I love my own life, but does that justify forgiving you for taking away the only person who has ever truly been there for me. When you weren't there, she was there for me. She sacrificed herself to save me from you. If you truly loved me, you never would have thought about hurting me like I did. So it is with great pain that I inform you, we will not be speaking for a while. I do not want a divorce, I do not want you to let me go, I simply need more time to know if my love for you can allow me to forgive this pain you have caused. Who knows, I might have my parents erase my memories and I'll forget you ever hurt Marceline. Nobody knows it was you, I would never tell a soul.

Yours For Now,
Esmeray Evans

I stay staring out the window for what feels like hours before I come to the realization, I still love Tom. I hate myself for it. How can I possibly still love the person who was going to erase my memories? The person who killed his family, killed an innocent student, hurt many others, killed my best friend and the person who will go on to take more lives. How can I possibly be sane if I am willing to overlook all of these things? I can't. I'm not sane. A sane person would never have fallen for Tom and his manipulation in the first place.

I decide to write one more letter, it reads:

Dear Mum and Dad,

You have given me everything I could ever ask for. You have always supported me in all that I do. I love you, this wasn't your fault. My death isn't something for you to mourn. Tell Tom that I still care for him. Give him my ring, if you wish. Don't be afraid to come into my room. Don't be afraid to talk to me or to feel happiness after you read this. I want you to be happy. I, however, am insane. That insanity is not something I wish to share with the world any longer. I cannot bare to live knowing that I am destined to cause pain. I love you more than words. You were amazing.

All my Love,
Miri

With that, I lay the parchment neatly on my pillow and get ready to do the unthinkable. I close the windows, close my door, make up my bed, clean my room and then pick up my wand. I look down at it. English oak wood with a unicorn core, 11 inches and reasonably supple flexibility. The beautiful wand that is about to be my death weapon. I hold it to my temple, take a breath and scream at the top of my lungs, "Avada Kedavra!"

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