DISCLAIMER: I don't own Harry Potter
oh, is that him?
i know they think i don't recognize my child, but i do.
he reaches out to me, and as always, there is no fear or aversion or disgust in his eyes; there isn't even any pity or condescension; there is a great sadness, however, in his young, beautiful face.
oh darling, i do love you. i wish that i could tell you that.
i am trapped inside her, and she is dead now. but i, the woman that gave birth to you, i am still alive.
for him, i do not mind. for him, the body of alice carries on, just to see his face every day, his smile, feel the touch of his hand.
but if he were not here, if my son, the child of my womb were not beside me every day, i would want death more than anything.
.
i do not know this man that lies beside me in this bed.
he is not the husband and friend of my youth. he has forgotten how to speak, i think, and even if he could i do not think i would want to hear him. i can see his soul through his eyes, as i have always been able to, and that is enough to show me that he is gone.
they say that the dementor's kiss is the worst fate of all, but i think i know of a worse one.
he is dead, like alice. but unlike alice, he is completely dead, while i live on inside her useless body and wish for death.
we are missing souls in empty shells. we used to be greater than the evil that we fought, and now everything is greater than us. the evil is greater than us, the good is greater than us, even the room that we live in is greater than us.
what?
nonsense.
no wonder they say i am insane when i speak to them.
.
he comes less often.
why?
the woman comes. she looks at me and at the dead man in the bed next to me, and shakes her head, and leaves. she does not smile, like he does when he sees me. she does not hold my hand, like he does when he sees me.
where is he?
i want to ask her, but i can not make alice speak.
i am lost. the silence is greater than me.
i hope for death.
.
what?
what are they saying to me?
i can hear them but they are talking nonsense.
i can't be bothered with listening to them. i close my eyes and turn to the wall and wait for death.
the room is greater than me.
.
he is different.
he is bigger. when i stand, he is taller than i. his hands are bigger than mine when he holds them.
i used to listen to his words, but now i listen only to his voice.
the words have no meaning, or they have too much meaning and i can not understand them. they are greater than me.
i look death in the face.
.
he does not come anymore. i think he will never come again.
alice is dead. she has killed me slowly
she has sent death to my door
death is greater than me
Task: Write about someone who doesn't want to live anymore.