Dear Diary... I feel (A Draco Malfoy fanfiction)

Dear Diary... Christmas with the Carters

"We must hold dear to the people we love and care about, no matter what. They might not always be there for us, but we must remember and cherish the good moments we had with them, and look forward to creating more." -Eleanor Beatrice Carter

Dear Diary,

up until now Winter Break has been exhausting. Chase came to visit us and he is irritating the crap out of me, unbeknownst to him of course. Between his presence, the family dinners and the Christmas parties we attend, I am more than glad that I managed to spent some time with Miranda and Jason. Speaking, well, writing of Christmas parties, there was one that was particularly annoying...

-Flashback-

You can do this, I kept telling myself. Just walk up to her and tell her. Just as simple. You have nothing to stress yourself over for. It's not a big deal. Don't even ask her, don't tell her either, just inform her. There's nothing logical to your worries. Oh, but that is the problem with anxiety. It's not logical, it's an illness. An illness I have to get over.

I took a big breath as I left my hiding spot behind a wall and started walking towards my parents. Crap, I thought, both Chase and Eleanor are with them. Well, the more the merrier they say... what a stupid saying.

They were laughing at something Chase had said, probably something stupid, as I coughed to take Mother's attention to me. Of course I took all of their attention as they acknowledged my presence.

"What is it dear?" my mother asked me in that sweet and soft voice of hers. How I dislike that voice...

I put on a sophisticated yet at the same time emotionless look, making sure my hair was still blue and they didn't show my real emotions. I can never be too careful with my abilities now. "A friend of mine from Hogwarts has sent me a letter asking if I can join her and our other friend at her house tomorrow afternoon." I informed her, my heart beating really fast for some reason as I felt something weird in my stomach. I did my best not to show though.

All stared at me for a bit, Mother even blinking like in those Muggle cartoons Chase shows Eleanor sometimes. I awaited for her to speak, for anyone of them to speak. And then, someone did.

"You... have a friend? You have two friends?" Chase asked, irritating me as usual. I glared at him softly.
Father coughed softly. "Em, Chase that was rude. Of course and your sister has, em, friends." he said, his reaction irritating me a bit more.

"Of course and you can go my little blueberry!" my mother said using my hated childhood nickname. "Oh, I'm so happy you're finally getting out of this house on your own free will! You should invite them over sometime too! I'd love to meet your friends!" Mother smiled happily, getting a little carried away and giving me a hug, which made me glare daggers at her back. I was irritated, my heart was beating faster and faster and I felt like I wanted to die there and then.
But why? All I did was tell them I was invited to my friend's house. Yet I hated the idea of them knowing, I hated the idea of Mother knowing, of her making plans for me to invite my friends over, of her reminding me that I don't get out often, acting like it's some kind of bad habit instead of an illness. A serious psychological illness. I had to get out of there as soon as possible.

"Well, thank you, now if you excuse me I'm going back to my room." I said but before I even turned around, Mother spoke again.

"Don't you want to talk to us about your friends?" she asked me, cheerfully and hopefully.

I managed to return to my emotionless face expression from my glare and answer her. "No." I said a little more coldly than I had intended.

Her smile fell but she replaced it with another one, not as cheerful as the last.