I am a victim,

of the late night, early morning dementors. Most vulnerable at that unguarded time of day, they have access to your rebellious, honest opinions, emotions, innermost secrets. They scratch away at you with their sharp, dark fingers, releasing jealousy, discontentment, anger, anxiety. They'll make you suffer, make you cry, your screams unheard by anyone else. It's a lonely fight, so horrifying that you want nothing more than to end the angst. These nights never seem to end.