On the 30th of November
Sometime around 09:00 in the evening, I found myself in the bathroom sobbing. All I can say is, “AND I CRIED AND I WAS IN THE BATH.”
Hahahaha! I’m just trying to diffuse the tension.
But, seriously? That’s true. I’ve never been more scared my entire life. I didn’t want to go out of the bathroom because I thought that I might die - it may be an exaggeration but that’s how I honestly felt.
The only things I could get comfort from at that moment was from my cellphone which was playing songs loudly, slightly covering up the noise from outside and the towel wrapped around me as I sat in the corner crying. I thought, “wow, it’s just like in the movies!”
I could hear things being thrown outside.
I’m scared. No, I’m terrified.
Mirror. Calculator. Books. Esprit Perfume. Coins. Books. Headbands. Pencils.
Sounds. They’ve never been so terrifying. Music has never been so comforting either.
I hear my things being trashed. I didn’t even do anything. Maybe that’s why.. I didn’t do anything.
More books. My bags now.
He knocked on the door and told me I could go out now. I was so scared, I almost didn’t but I knew I had to. I had tears in my eyes and I half-opened it, ready to close it if needed.
He had this smile. It wasn’t devious, cunning, or smug. It was an amused smile. Like, ‘look at what I’ve done!’
“So many things!”
First things I got? My rings & headbands. Then, my pearl earrings.
Easy for you to say. You’re not here for the damage control.
I’m crying even more because even my headbands won’t cooperate. I’m so frustrated.
I’m tired. I’ve salvaged all that I care about. Now I just want some chocolates.
The clock is ticking and it seems like it’s taunting me. One hour and this horrendous day will finally be over.
In my head right now is still Tom Felton.
It amazes me how.. odd I am.
