- Messages
- 274
- Wand
- Alder Wand 13 3/4" Essence of Dragon Heartstring
- Age
- 8/2013
Stay away from the family, that was all he remember. The voice in Zac's head had been telling him to stay away from the family members. This explained why Zac was in the UK during weekend, usually he was always with the family of his but not this time. The vision had been coming, attacking him, every night and every time he was with his family, especially when he was next to his beloved cousins Genvieve and baby Mason, it seemed that the future was predictable and it was as gloomy as it could be. This was the reason why Zac had two dark circles below his eyes and that his skin was as pale as snow. The boy had been staying away both from his family and his friends for months and he hadn't attend any of his classes for nearly a month now, he wasn't even sure if he could pass the final exam it seemed that he was going to be kicked out of the school and he knew that his father wasn't going to let that happen. But the vision, scared him, it haunted him and he couldn't do anything about it.
London was busier than ever, there were a lot of people walking around the city some with wands in their pocket and mostly not. The temperature was pretty cold at that time and the sky was dark even though it was only 11 o clock in the morning. The black haired boy walk toward the lamp post as he stood there waiting for nothing. Some people stared at him, even the muggles thought he was high, but no, he wasn't. He was just tired of life, of himself and worse... Of the future. Killing himself was the next thing in his mind. Zac used to be the boy who think positively most of the time, he used to be one of those who smiled at all time, but not anymore. Death was all he saw every time he lay his head on the bed, every time he saw his cousins. "No" He muttered as he held the lamp post tightly smiling by himself looking to the ground.
London was busier than ever, there were a lot of people walking around the city some with wands in their pocket and mostly not. The temperature was pretty cold at that time and the sky was dark even though it was only 11 o clock in the morning. The black haired boy walk toward the lamp post as he stood there waiting for nothing. Some people stared at him, even the muggles thought he was high, but no, he wasn't. He was just tired of life, of himself and worse... Of the future. Killing himself was the next thing in his mind. Zac used to be the boy who think positively most of the time, he used to be one of those who smiled at all time, but not anymore. Death was all he saw every time he lay his head on the bed, every time he saw his cousins. "No" He muttered as he held the lamp post tightly smiling by himself looking to the ground.