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༺ 61 - blurred emotions.

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| BLURRED EMOTIONS |
"Don't say sorry, please don't."

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IT SEEMED AS THOUGH EVERYBODY 'KNEW' THAT Alora would somewhat turn out to be exactly like her father 'was'. Despite being consoled her entire life that 'she wasn't like him' or 'you're different', they were all liars, they all followed the crowd that would make them the most liked.

Alora barely had the energy to find out what they'd been saying about her anyways. She practically did not leave Ginny's room for the entirety of the summer.

Alora had never been in such a state, not even after Cedric.

Mrs Weasley and anyone in the house would consider themselves lucky if they managed to get food inside of Alora at any point in time. It could've been at six in the morning or eleven at night for she no longer lived off food, but the stash of Firewhiskey that Fred and George had kept in a cabinet in their room. She wasn't meant to see it, but it numbed the pain, and that's all she wanted.

Alora knew if she didn't try and get better she would waste away.

But it's hard, so hard.

"Why can't you just kill me now, Voldemort?" Alora whispered to herself one evening, "it's going to be one of us someday, may as well be when I have no will to live!"

There was a knock at the door.

"Come in,"

"Mum—Molly wants you downstairs," Ron said, clearing his throat.

"Is she going to make me eat in front of her again?" Alora asked, shuddering at the recollection — she hadn't eaten in two days and Molly had placed a plate in front of her and would not let her leave until she had finished it all. It was for the best, but Alora still resented it.

Ron shrugged, "You know how she is, she's either going to be patronising or she's going to tell you about the weather."

Alora heaved a sigh and brought herself from her bed, she kicked an empty Firewhiskey bottle underneath it on the way out — just to be sure. With a frail wander, she made it downstairs. Mrs Weasley was standing in the kitchen, holding a tray filled with various choices of food.

No. PLEASE, no.

"Hi, Molly," Alora managed to speak, though her eyes could not free themselves from the tray she was holding.

"Hello, dear," Molly warmly smiled, grasping the tray of food, she forwarded it in Alora's direction and did not seem to make eye contact from there on. "I want you to be honest with me, Alora, when was the last time you ate, I haven't seen you leave Ginny's room all day."

"Uh—this morning," Alora lied. She hadn't eaten since the morning before.

"Really?" Mrs Weasley raised a brow.

"Yeah," nodded Alora, she cleared her throat anxiously and began to slowly back away from the tray of food. "Ginny gave me some of her breakfast this morning."