Letters to Arabella

5th Letter

Guess what Ara,

My mother is angry with me, but I promise you I'm angrier. Allow me to explain.

She invited her stupid, irrelevant friend over which by the way was obviously bound put me in a bad mood. Anyway, this particular friend, Barbara, brought her daughter, Melanie along with her. I didn't question why because to be honest I didn't care.

She seemed nice. She had jet black hair styled into a neat bun and a preppy sense of style.  She probably attended to one of those rich, private schools. She was average-looking, but of course I'm biased. After all, I only have eyes for one person and that's still you. Anyway, while our mothers were at the table drinking tea, Melanie and I hung out on the couch.

She was decent company and we even shared a laugh or two, but then my mother just had to get herself involved.

She randomly pulled me aside in the middle of our conversation and started asking me stupid shit like:

"You and Melanie would make a lovely couple"

"Why don't you take her out?"

"It'll get your mind off of Arabella."

The last one really got me mad so obviously I went off on her. I mean, how dare she bring you up? She has no clue what it's like to have no choice, but to think about you. She doesn't know how frustrating it is that I can't "get my mind off you". 

So of course things were thrown, glass was shattered, cruel words were exchanged, and I topped it all off by punching a hole in the wall.

I ended up scaring off Melanie and her mother, but again, I didn't care. I mean, was I supposed to? Ever since you left, I don't care about anything or really anyone.

I just hate everything. I hate my life and sometimes, I find myself hating you.

I don't even know why I still write to you...

This might just be my last entry.

 - Harry x