Persuasive

fifteen

Tom Riddle's POV

My Diary:
12/22/1940

I've been writing the same repeating cycle for two years now. Ever since I've left Hogwarts it's been nothing but pure misery and agony.

I've been put into an isolation center, and they mask it by saying it's a "school to help treat the ill".

Fucking pathetic.
I'm not 'ill'. I never have been. I'm just clever.
I've learned all I need to know about magic, and I sure know how to control it. So why am I in this filthy place?
Why am I stuck as a cell member?

I haven't really spoken to anyone in years, besides the few times people who would open the slot on my metal door to talk to me.

I stayed in a cell room. Alone.

The floors were always cold, and stung my bare feet. The stone walls were never cleaned, and my bed stayed flat on the ground. There were a few mice that came here and there, but I always ended up killing them.

Although it's nice being away from people, it does get boring after a while.
I've spent my days working out back to back, day and night.
Every week I checked the mirror and noticed i've gained more muscle every time. Although, I remain lanky and slim.

I've grown significantly tall, taller then I ever thought i'd grow.
My doctor always told me i'd be 5'9, but I now stand at the height of 6'0.
Proved that twat wrong.

Although I do find ways to distract myself, I can't help but think about you from time to time.
Avalon. You were the first person to ever make me feel something.
I was scared and afraid, confused on how a little girl could make me feel emotions when I've never felt emotions before.

And for that, I tried pushing you away. I was so angry at you for making me feel emotion that I treated you horribly for it.
When I moved here after we got caught, I thought i'd forget about you in no time.

But I couldn't seem to get my mind off of you, even after two years. You still remain heavy on my mind.

Manipulating you has sure been amusing, but the few times we've spent together hasn't left me. The thought of you being the only person there for me and attempting to understand me hasn't left me.

I'm sure you're out having the time of your life now that i'm away. No more trouble, no more forcing you into making Horcruxs with me.

We were so stupid, we were bound to get caught at my moment but we did it anyway.

Spent hours every day learning about something that we never progressed in.
I miss it.

I miss yelling at you, laughing with you, even if it was fake. Getting frustrated with you.
It actually scares me how much i've learned to strangely care about someone.

I wonder if you ever think about me? Or even remember me.
I wonder if you're even alive, or if you still go to Hogwarts.

Maybe one day i'll get to yell at you again, who knows.

One day..