Under the Spotlight • Tom Felton

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TW: Mentions of abuse.

Evelyn Whitlock's Diary

The night sky was something I sought comfort in, gazing upon the decorative twilight that effortlessly painted the skies, I no longer immersed myself in the reality of my fate. The screech of the rusting piece of dainty jewellery resting upon my ring finger that I seem to always subconsciously rotate transported my body into an immense sense of relaxation in regards to the knowledge of my crazed life finally coming to a halt.

The tranquil view before me was only a mere mask to our corrupt world, yet, I admired the Earth's bravery to sustain such a misleading disguise, a quality that most definitely identified itself within me.

Vulnerability is the key to failure and a life filled with mockery, not to mention the cruel souls who see vulnerability as a leverage for exploitation. From experience, I would say that is one of the worst things to come from it.

Bottling up emotions has never fully sat right with me, though. The consequences for this gesture can become overly severe - the result of doing so usually encourages me to evolve into an overwhelmed mess, carrying the weight of societal pressures and absolutely every single last worry that has piled onto me overtime on my shoulders. Therefore, I regain my sanity and release my brooding thoughts within a diary, as to which conceals the recipe to my unhappiness.

The story behind the inspiration for such idea is laughable if I'm being quite frank, and most definitely not one I would express confidently. Whilst on the set of 'The Chamber of Secrets', I couldn't help but encounter a fascination with Tom Riddle's diary. Of course, the use of his diary is completely different to mine, yet, my imagination led me to such a life-saving idea that I will forever be grateful for.

Whilst I am eternally lucky to have been born into a family of money and success, and I will never fail to compare my life to those who may not be as fortunate as me, over the years I have continuously pondered upon the idea of a normal life. Call me spoilt, call me ungrateful, but you'll never fully understand how torturous the acting industry truly can be unless you're surrounded by it.

My father, Benjamin Whitlock, has been an Actor-Director since before my time - his job consists of prolonged shifts, working very closely with each and every member on set. He instructs them on facial expressions, how to pronounce certain words, and ensuring that their efforts towards their acting is to the maximum. Without my father, most of the highly-demanded movies would be a complete and utter failure. I'll forever admire the dedication and passion that my father exerts towards his job, yet I sometimes yearn for him to slow down as such dedication and passion usually leaves a very scarce amount of family time, limiting my abilities to uphold a decent father-daughter relationship.

In all honesty, the twang of pain that I experience once I am reminded of my father and I's bond is completely and utterly consuming, as he is the only immediate family that I have left.

My mother, Alaina Whitlock, divorced my father when I was only four years old. I was constantly surrounded by deafening screams coming from my mother as my father released his built-up anger and stress from his occupation upon my mother. In regards to the abuse, I do not blame her for divorcing my father at all, it certainly created a peaceful atmosphere in our household.

Well, until he started to lash out on me.

- Evelyn

A/N: WELCOME TO UNDER THE SPOTLIGHT GUYSS! This chapter was only a filler to help you get used to our girl Evelyn, i promise shes not a spoilt brat - poor girl has been through too much 😭  Dont worry, we'll meet Tom soon, just be patient!!
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