Only One

Prologue

I don't know about you, but it's hard for me to handle the sadness of loss. It's a tragic thing, and just can't help but wonder what I would be like if it hadn't hit me the way it did. The way it sucked my soul until I was an imprint of a thing, barely hanging on to the ones I loved. I never knew someone would do that to me, and he of all people! It's something that leaves my bones chilled to this day.

I'm writing this not because I want you to know, but because you have to know. So you won't make the same mistake I did, with marrying him.

By pretending to love, care, and protect me, he killed me when I found out about her. How he loved her, and even had two kids by her. I now know why he was constantly gone. I now know why we never had kids, though I begged and pleaded with him to start a family. I now know what it feels like to be used like a toy from some sick game. It's an awful feeling that I will never feel again.

I know this story is depressing. I know this story is too tragic to handle, and you may find yourself shaking or crying with rage, anger, and sadness. But don't say I didn't warn you.

If you believe I'll go easy on you, don't read this. Find some other happier book to read, instead of this. I'm sure there's some comedy on your shelf waiting for you to open. Just be careful, because this is the real event. These people are real people, these names have not been changed, and these words have not been mixed or messed up in anyway. You can't find anything more factual than this, even a textbook.

I've decided a diary entry is the best way to show you the situation I was going through. I've censored out the names, because what kind of person would I be if I told you who, what, when, etc.

"Dear Diary,

I know you don't feel, think, or breathe like I do, because, heck, you're just a book. I want you to be able to help me; maybe a good animation charm will do it, but I don't really want a living Diary that can tell my secrets to the world, so just forget I said that.

Sorry I haven't been writing; these past few months have been so stressful! What with someone doing something to me, I don't know where to turn. Things have cooled off, with the help of another person.

You don't know the story yet, do you? Well, I'll start from the beginning. Let me just tell you, it's a long one, so I hope you like long stories.

Here I went into a long, detailed account of what has happened to me. I'm just going to skip it all, you'll find out what happened anyway. Here are a few details I've included, just to prove my point.

I could see, under the familiar layer of hatred in his eyes, a tone I had never seen before. Could it be...love? Sometime later, I wrote the words, "The tears began flowing before I could stop them, poring like hot wax from a candle. I knew I was breaking down in front of everyone, but I didn't care. My legs were useless, and a fell to the ground, still weeping uncontrollably."

It's amazing I'm writing to you today. He's currently in Azkaban for something really bad. I just hope he gets what he deserves, living around lunatics who were once Death Eaters.

I'm sure this has amazed you and fascinated you. The nerve of some people...

I know it's hard to pay attention to an anecdote like that, so thanks for listening."

I know you think I'm being overdramatic with all that has happened me. When I look back, sometimes I doubt that's what really happened. I know you think I'm some stupid drama queen. But here's the cold hard fact:

I'm not.