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For the longest time, I've had nearly nothing to write about. And now, I find myself laying here next to Stephen, and I have so many thoughts, so many things that need to be written down. If for no one else, than my own peace of mind.
The past few weeks, I have seen people come and go through the halls of St. Mungos. So many of them, my age or younger. I've seen some die, others recover, and now I get to see some even go home. Back to thier lives, and I'm so happy for them. They didn't deserve what happened to them. None of them did. There's a certain few who had to deal with so much more than they ever should have endured. I won't go into it, because for those who don't know, it is not my place to say. It bothers me, makes me feel so horrible, when I sit here and think about what's happened to me in the past. And then, I think about how others have had to deal with so much more. I'm still bothered by what's happeend to me. I won't lie anymore. But I need to come to grips with it, and move on.
For those who care to know, in April, when Hermione and I were abducted, I wound up on the wrong side of the Cruciatus curse. Twice. My attacker? The sick bastard that continues to harass me over the journals. Why don't I ignore him? Hex my entries from him? I don't know! Even this one. I can't bring myself to do the most simple thing and hex it from him. And I'm sure very soon I'll have some sort of comment from him. After all, he likes to tell me just how stupid I am. And what's sad about my time hidden away where ever it is we were taken? It wasn't the curse. No. The worst thing for me was being left alone. I never thought I needed people until then. Again, still not as bad as what others have gone through. And, this shall be the last time I talk about this. For the world to see, atleast.
Good, now... I've begun to write again. Nothing too fantastic. But its a start to getting back to my old self and hobby. Maybe some day, I'll brave allowing people to read it. For now, it's in a different journal all together. A non-magical one. One that I won't lose again.
Last thing on my mind? I've been staying with Stephen for a week, tomorrow. Tomorrow I move back into the flat I share. There's a small part of me that's ecstatic about moving back. At least that way, I can't get on Stephen's nerves. But, I lay here, looking around the room... And I don't want to leave.
I should stop now, I guess. I might write something I later regret. So, I'm leaving all of you with one more thing!