Don't forget where you belong (a Harry fanfic)

Memories

Here are my memories and the only memories from when I was a little girl to an adult: the youngest age I can remember is 6 years old when I was on a swing in my backyard, my favourite swing and my only swing, it was my favourite place in the whole wide world! It had a little tree next to it where I used to draw pictures of the things a saw in front of me, one day while I was swinging on my swing I saw something in a bush close to where I was, I started to draw it because well I was only 6 and I would draw anything, it was, it was, it was a doll! I could tell now! It's a doll! I loved dolls, so I slowly walked over to it......and of course it was one of those demon dolls that one of the boys at school had and now still even that I'm 18 years old I have a fear of dolls and since then never got close to one. That's my memory that will never get out of my head, that terrible disgusting face that ruined first grade. And from that day on everyone made fun of me in school and so I also have a fear of school/bully's I still get bullied and I push through the pain, if only I had good memories that would help me get through the day.

I also have a memory of when I was 13 when I was in love, I never felt that way before and it actually felt good! But turns out he wasn't right for me, he liked the popular girls who were perfect and I'm not perfect, if only their was someone who loved me for me, maybe just maybe I would have a good memory, is that so hard to ask for!?? One good memory, well I guess it is.

I have small memories of being frustrated about school work and not remembering why I just learned or doing chores and alwase falling down and scraping my knees and cutting myself and regretting it and crying at night knowing that know one loves me, but my parents tell me they love me every time that they can but problem is they never listen to me and hardly ever spend time with me and that makes me more frustrated that I have to go through the pain by myself.

My last memory is when I was 16, it was my sweet sixteen birthday party and I was very excited because my parents worked extra hard to make this a good birthday party, not like the others that all failed to be a success. I invited pretty much the whole school but know one came, but suddenly about 10 minutes later a group of boys came in! I was so happy because this is the first time in 16 years that someone came to my party! At least that's what I think, I can't really remember. but one of the boys looked around and smiled at the site, it was pretty good! Dad got the best decorations ever! But then he saw me and frowned then walked out the door. That wasn't the sweet sixteen I wanted but I guess I had fun, mom and dad took me out for ice cream but left right after for a job interview. why do they alwase have to be gone?

So those are my memories and I really don't want more because since I only have a few they are alwase there and I can remember them perfectly and I don't want them there, I dot wanna kill myself because god gave me a place in the world that I haven't found yet but I know someday I will find it...