My cheeks are taught,

Each of my teeth ache like skipped stones.

Smiling wasn't always this difficult, was it?

I can hardly see,

The dust's so thick like a woollen shroud,

and unbreathable air suffocating my lungs.

When did it get so black?

I can't see my brother but I can hear him.

He's laughing.

It's been a while since I heard that sound.

But now…

Oh, now there's no brainwashing or bigotry separating us and walls have been abolished.

Now we just have to conquer one more.

I feel my lips morph into a reply,

And I can feel unfitting laughter on the tip of my tongue,

Tantalizingly close like a punchline unsaid.

Is that Ron?

And Harry?

And…

Hermione?

When did they get here?

What's happening?

Percy?

GEORGE!

It's so brittle,

So cold,

Crushing…

Is it over?

Where is everyone?

I'm still laughing,

It's chronic

I can't stop…

I need help…

Need help…

Help?

George?

George…

Ge-orge…

Geor…

G…

Finite

Obviously this is about Fred in his dying moments and that moment killed me every time I read it no matter how brief and I definitely didn't do it justice however, I wanted it to be just thoughts. Not an actually story as such but more just what could have been going through his mind at the time. I know it's not my best work but I'm trying something new so I hope you liked it.

Please review, I appreciate it.

Lucy x