a new era of me

~im sorry!~

~Mattheo Riddle~

~October 6th~

I hated my father, he was a horrible man. He tipped my knowledge on many things, my friends, my 'love' life.

Everything.

Which was rather unfortunate.

I hated it, because everything that I wanted, I couldn't have. I couldn't have her, and that pissed me off.  I craved her, I was so fixed on everything that surrounded her.  The way my friends acted around her, the way my cousin did, the way my own brother did.

Everything was better around her, it was bittersweet.

I still wasn't sure why I felt this way about her. I honestly still couldn't believe that I had.. God, I can't even think it.

It felt so vulgar.

Which was rare of me to think since I was a very, very crude man.

Anyway.

I don't know, I had an odd feeling about today. As if it were going to turn out to be a good day for me, well that's what Tessa told me. She said she had really big plans for me, or like, that the starts aligned for me? Some stupid ass star shit.

She's crazy sometimes, which great for her, but not great for me. 

Im going off track again, I'm up super early, I don't know why, I might have a tiny problem. 

I was currently inside of Adaline's dorm room. 

But-

It's not like I purposely decided to sneak up, inside of her room, in a secret stalkerish manner.  I literally don't know what happened.  This is the moment that I knew that I may have lost my mind.

I've like, fuck.  I've officially gone mad.

It runs in the family.

She's very pretty when she sleeps though, she's 'woken up' a few times here and there, but she never truly woke up.  I was curious, about her dorm. 

About her, her private life, what she does with her own time.  What she's like without our friends, without Hawthorne.  

Stupid fucking prick.

Luna wasn't here, her bed was empty, as if it hadn't been slept in for days.

I had noticed she'd been bedding with Blaise quite often, that's how easy it was to get in. 

I carefully manoeuvred my way around her side of the room, she was bit.. cluttered.  I think that was something that reflected her mental state.  She didn't really have it all put together, she never really did.

She's a bit mad, just like me.

I picked up the perfume she had set out on her desk, it smelled just like her. She smelled sweet and—

Shit!

The sound of glass shattering filled the quiet, newly silent room, she sat up and screamed.