Chasing Broomsticks ¥ [ Fred Weasley ]

{ ᏣᏂᎯᎵᎿᏋᖇ ᎦIﾒ } " ᏯᏂᏫ'Ꭶ ᏣᖇᎩIᏁᎶ ᏁᏫᏯ "

🌜~{ Danielle's .P.O.V. }~🌛

September 2, 1992
Dear Diary,

Isn't it ironic, how we tell others to stay strong, yet we can't do it ourselves. I know what it's like to WANT to Die. How it HURTS to Smile. How you try to FIT IN but you Can't. . . It's my second day at Hogwarts and everyone still seem to hate me. . . How you hurt Yourself on the outside to try to kill the thing on the inside. . . Trust me, I tried, several times in fact. . . I'm a BROKEN SOUL. I'm an open book with many torn out pages and I walk through fire but I thirst fo truth for what I've never tasted and then I felt sad because I realized that once people are broken in certain ways, they can't EVER be fixed, and this is something nobody ever tells you when you are young and it never fails to surprise you as you grow older as you see people in your life break one by one. You wonder when your turn is going to be, or if it's already happened. . . I guess today is one of those days when I wish I was a little girl and could climb onto my mother's lap and cry until the hurt goes away.

Sincerely ᎴᎯᏁIᏋLLᏋ MᎯLᎰᏫᎩ

With that, I close my book and hide it behind my pillow. I tell my owl goodnight as I lock her cage for the night. I look out the window one last time before I close my eyes. A single tear escapes from my eyelid and cascades down towards my pillow case. I wake up and wipe my fallen tears. Before I fall asleep, I pray to God that tomorrow will be a better day, I hope.... And with that, I fall into a deep sleep.