rachana rajan <3

(from Harry’s POV)

I remember talking to everyone in school up until 2nd-3rd grade. I used to sing and talk non stop but I was bullied continuously.

Kids used to make fun of everything I did and I don’t remember when I stopped interacting with them and started getting lost in my own world.

I don’t remember much but after I grew up, I remember looking at everyone around me and trying to talk to them and waiting for someone to talk to me. But by then I was labelled as “the girl who doesn’t talk” and everyone bullied me continuously and treated me like an alien. No one spoke to me.

I remember talking to God in my head throughout my childhood and I kinda forgot that I’m not talking and I’m supposed to talk.

Most of the time I didn’t know how to talk even if I wanted to because my voice wouldn’t come out and everyone kept hurting me again and again.

I had trouble forming sentences and I had trouble understanding what I felt and place words to my feelings.

I felt things but I didn’t know the words to describe the things I felt.

Until Voldemort and the rest you know.