Midnight Musings
Typist: Yes, I know it's not midnight. But when Milli wasn't letting me sleep last night, it WAS midnight. So. Feel free to ignore this. This is her being very worried and crazy due to two days with no contact with 'anyone who matters'. Her words not mine. I don't even think she realizes I'm putting this up, so...
When I was three, I didn't think I'd love any man- any person- as much as I did my father. Three weeks after my third birthday, my father died, and I decided I'd never care about anyone.
I was exactly three and a half when I met my best friend, then and now- John Clark, a Muggle boy I lived across the street from then. Two days later, my Uncle Joey- eleven, and about to go off to Hogwarts- came to visit. It was impossible for me to not love them both.
Even then I was protective of those I cared about. Joey is eight years older than I am, and I'm always telling him what to do. John is a month younger, and I act like an overprotective older sister to him. He's like my brother. (I treat him better than my brother, actually, since I never got along with Ares.)
I hate seeing people I care for scared or hurt. Even minor problems feel like the end of the world, if I care for the person suffering. I will do what I must to protect them.
When I say my first priority is me, I'm speaking truthfully. I'm selfish. I don't care about the world or the greater good, just taking the pain for myself from certain people.
Sometimes I wonder who I'm willing to kill or die for. The list is short, but sometimes I grow attached to people quickly. Recently a couple of people have been added to the list, and they're already worrying me.
I don't like seeing people in pain. Not the ones I care for.
And I hate being stuck alone, not able to do a thing to make it right again.
When I was three, I didn't think I'd love any man- any person- as much as I did my father. Three weeks after my third birthday, my father died, and I decided I'd never care about anyone.
I was exactly three and a half when I met my best friend, then and now- John Clark, a Muggle boy I lived across the street from then. Two days later, my Uncle Joey- eleven, and about to go off to Hogwarts- came to visit. It was impossible for me to not love them both.
Even then I was protective of those I cared about. Joey is eight years older than I am, and I'm always telling him what to do. John is a month younger, and I act like an overprotective older sister to him. He's like my brother. (I treat him better than my brother, actually, since I never got along with Ares.)
I hate seeing people I care for scared or hurt. Even minor problems feel like the end of the world, if I care for the person suffering. I will do what I must to protect them.
When I say my first priority is me, I'm speaking truthfully. I'm selfish. I don't care about the world or the greater good, just taking the pain for myself from certain people.
Sometimes I wonder who I'm willing to kill or die for. The list is short, but sometimes I grow attached to people quickly. Recently a couple of people have been added to the list, and they're already worrying me.
I don't like seeing people in pain. Not the ones I care for.
And I hate being stuck alone, not able to do a thing to make it right again.