Eternal Suffering
By: Lady Venom
E-mail: diabla_devil@hotmail.com
Authors' Note: First HP story. Temporary title. Really Angsty and depressing and sad. I'm feeling in a melancholy mood so you can imagine the reslult. Anywho, includes a depressed Ginny, and a lot of suffering. From Ginny's POV
Warnings: Beware of spelling and grammatical errors. Rated for angst and death, language, self violence and self emotional torture.
Disclaimer: Nope not mine. HP belongs to J.K Rowling I make no money off this and don't intend to. This is solely for the entertainment purpose and the fact that I have no life. Enjoy
Key
// // thoughts
*~*~* flashback
* * * same time, different place and/or different person.
* * * * * * * *
*Prologue*
Wishing. Loving. Dreaming. Hoping. These are emotions of evil. Created by demons to make us suffer. They make you believe in the impossible, they make you get caught up in them. Making you more sensitive, weaker, they degrade you to a level where pain is all that matters. These emotions are just a cover up for their true intentions. Their real purpose; to make you suffer, more than anything. Entangling you into their little web of lies, giving you hope while slowly and in secret, they are corrupting your mind, destroying your version of reality with their own. These emotions soonstart to consume your every thought, every waking moment, they even haunt you in your dreams. Their soul being is to make you miserable. Jealousy starts destroying your innocence, desire filling your heart, these demons make you feel things unbearble to any Muggle ,Witch, or Wizard myself included. These emotions remind you everyday that what you want, wish, dream, love and hope for the most will alwys be out ofyour reach. They remind you of your unworthiness, of how low you are compared to them. They make you hate yourself to a point where self torture is the noly way out. Love gets you so caught up in its' false illusions you drift away from everything, feeding yourself with its' invisible being. Or is it?
These emotions are very powerful, toying with your mind, spirit and physical body is what they do best. While unseen to the eye or to any trained spirit, They slowly mutilate your body, enclosing your mind, making you see what they want you to see. A single phrase from another being can be turned whether positive or negative can be turned around and translated differently n your mind. These emotions are a slow consuming madness to their chosen victim. Love is the most dangerous enemy any being can face in all thier life. It literally kills you, until the day comes. The day when you are tired of suffering and pain, the day you want to escape, escape it all. The day you will crave and hunger for freedom. THey won't let you. You are too far in thier trap to be freed. You cannot be saved then. All you can do is wait for a death that will come to you so slowly, and so painfully it will be worse than love altogether.
They are worse than reality, more powerful than magic, even more desturctive than a being you know is there. That is the thing with emotions, you cant tell if they are there or not, the just trap you and consume everything you consider real and alterate it. Those emotions are what doomed me to a life of suffering. A life of pure hell. All because I sold my very being of existance, the same being that enables me to breathe and do everything I do. I sacrificed freedom for something I did not get in the end. And now, I have no freedom, I cannot love you anymore, I cannot love the Boy Who lived. All I do now is serve Lord Voldemort.
By: Lady Venom
E-mail: diabla_devil@hotmail.com
Authors' Note: First HP story. Temporary title. Really Angsty and depressing and sad. I'm feeling in a melancholy mood so you can imagine the reslult. Anywho, includes a depressed Ginny, and a lot of suffering. From Ginny's POV
Warnings: Beware of spelling and grammatical errors. Rated for angst and death, language, self violence and self emotional torture.
Disclaimer: Nope not mine. HP belongs to J.K Rowling I make no money off this and don't intend to. This is solely for the entertainment purpose and the fact that I have no life. Enjoy
Key
// // thoughts
*~*~* flashback
* * * same time, different place and/or different person.
* * * * * * * *
*Prologue*
Wishing. Loving. Dreaming. Hoping. These are emotions of evil. Created by demons to make us suffer. They make you believe in the impossible, they make you get caught up in them. Making you more sensitive, weaker, they degrade you to a level where pain is all that matters. These emotions are just a cover up for their true intentions. Their real purpose; to make you suffer, more than anything. Entangling you into their little web of lies, giving you hope while slowly and in secret, they are corrupting your mind, destroying your version of reality with their own. These emotions soonstart to consume your every thought, every waking moment, they even haunt you in your dreams. Their soul being is to make you miserable. Jealousy starts destroying your innocence, desire filling your heart, these demons make you feel things unbearble to any Muggle ,Witch, or Wizard myself included. These emotions remind you everyday that what you want, wish, dream, love and hope for the most will alwys be out ofyour reach. They remind you of your unworthiness, of how low you are compared to them. They make you hate yourself to a point where self torture is the noly way out. Love gets you so caught up in its' false illusions you drift away from everything, feeding yourself with its' invisible being. Or is it?
These emotions are very powerful, toying with your mind, spirit and physical body is what they do best. While unseen to the eye or to any trained spirit, They slowly mutilate your body, enclosing your mind, making you see what they want you to see. A single phrase from another being can be turned whether positive or negative can be turned around and translated differently n your mind. These emotions are a slow consuming madness to their chosen victim. Love is the most dangerous enemy any being can face in all thier life. It literally kills you, until the day comes. The day when you are tired of suffering and pain, the day you want to escape, escape it all. The day you will crave and hunger for freedom. THey won't let you. You are too far in thier trap to be freed. You cannot be saved then. All you can do is wait for a death that will come to you so slowly, and so painfully it will be worse than love altogether.
They are worse than reality, more powerful than magic, even more desturctive than a being you know is there. That is the thing with emotions, you cant tell if they are there or not, the just trap you and consume everything you consider real and alterate it. Those emotions are what doomed me to a life of suffering. A life of pure hell. All because I sold my very being of existance, the same being that enables me to breathe and do everything I do. I sacrificed freedom for something I did not get in the end. And now, I have no freedom, I cannot love you anymore, I cannot love the Boy Who lived. All I do now is serve Lord Voldemort.