Jessica
I lay on the bed staring aimlessly at the ceiling above me feeling lifeless.
Living in the cupboard under the stairs all alone with no respect dampens your feelings a lot. Hi, I am Harry Potter or better known as the freak since my relatives always call me by that term.
I am not dumb to think that is actually my real name but still I accepted it wholeheartedly as my current situation is the same as a freakish patient, who has gone mental.
Talking and whispering to myself, almost as if I have schizophrenia but I have no such illness at least I think so. I am talking and whispering just to get rid of the boredom that my life consists of.
Loneliness and deficit of love accompany my life, as I lament on my bed.
Sort of giving the poetic vibe currently, but poetry is considered a way to dignify your turbulent reactions at least that’s what my English teacher taught in class.
“I want to be loved.”
I thought and instinctively tears emerged like a fountain, but I quickly wiped it on the sheet which I would have to clean later. To be honest, I want to feel love.
An owl who is caged wants freedom so why can’t I desire love? Why do I have to suffer under the law of Petunia, Vernon and Dudley? They are taking my freedom and torturing me, but they get to be free.
While I desire to be loved but my freedom is forsaken, what injustice is fate serving!
My musings were once again broken by the rapid knock on my door, snapping me out of my dazed state and I sigh.
“Life moves fast, one time you are just thinking and at the next moment trouble brews like coffee.”
I think with a silent chuckle as I walk up to the door and open it, only to see the annoyed face of Aunt Petunia who still looked youthful even when she became old.
She had quite a beautiful face and body, if only her personality was similar to her appearance, then maybe she would be better off marrying someone other than Vernon who remains the most hated man coming second to only Dudley in my heart.
“Yes, Aunt Petunia?”
My voice that once had warmth now sounded cold like a corpse and this fact was not only noticed by me but also by Aunt Petunia who visibly flinched, but she steadied herself by gritting her teeth together.
“Freak, tend the plants in the garden.”
She ordered with narrowed eyes and her lips were pressed together almost as if she meant to ask something else, but she wouldn’t allow herself to do that.
“Sure, Aunt Petunia”
I agree to her request as I close the door of the cupboard behind me since if it is open, Dudley will probably thrash my bed again by his heavyweight jumps.
Walking past, I briefly notice how her fists were clenched and something tells me today is going to be quite interesting in the grand spectrum of things.
Once again, my inner consciousness is acting like the writings of Shakespeare. I exit through the back door coming to the garden as I look above at the blinding sun with squinted eyes due to the brightness.
Then I enter the shed looking for tools and when I do get them, I get down to work as I cut, chop and design, I am a master at this because of much practice.
Anyways, after doing all sorts of things required to make the garden look good and stuff, I got up with a back sprain grunting slightly due to the stabbing sensation occurring on my spinal cord.
“Yay, work is done.”
The words were supposed to come out in a fluid lighthearted tone but instead it came out dead, I don’t speak that much. Maybe that’s why I forgot to map the progress of the descent of my emotions.
“Wow, you have crafty hands.”
In fright and surprise, I jumped back with a yelp due to the unknown voice as I quickly turn to side to look at the owner of the voice, coming face to face with a older girl of just 13, leaning on our fence gazing curiously at the garden that I just tended to with amusement.
Accompanied with a pale snow like smooth face, and blonde hair matching the yellow sun above along with blue eyes, she looked good to be honest though I only acknowledged this fact inside.
“Who may you be?”
I asked as I kept myself in check, though I realized a fact about my whole personality recently. While I show emotions in my mind and thinking, my outward appearance looks emotionless and dead which causes most people to flinch, she did too.
Probably she found me weird now, damn another friend lost because of my freakish nature.
“Names Jessica Anderson your new next-door neighbor but friends call me by my nickname Jessy, and you shall too.”
Ok now that is quite weird, first she flinched and now she wants to be friends judging by her words. Pretty weird of a girl she is and looking deep within her eyes, I find no deceit.
There is no fear, only hope and I feel intrigued by her.
“Of course, and I am Harry Potter, you may call me Harry.”
I tell her in response to her previous introduction though in comparison, my introduction lacks the flashiness hers had. Damn, I have to work on my act of kindness more now than I did during my early childhood in school since my coldness is too off-putting even for someone like me.
“Hm~ I will call you greeny!”
Jessy told me and I chuckled inside my heart as I realized the reference.
“Because of my eyes?”
“Absolutely”
She seems fun and looking deep within her eyes, no bad feelings resonate maybe she would be the one to provide me the love that I desire or maybe she would be like my relatives,
There are many probabilities, and I am excited to find which option is chosen for me due to the unpredictable nature of mother fate.
“HARRY!”
Gosh darn, Aunt Petunia again.