author's note:

Hey dere.

So. I'm supposed to be doing homework.

Yeah, well that's not working out very well, seeing as I haven't done any problems yet and it's been an hour :D

So. I wrote this. Enjoy, my readers(:

for Amy is rockin'.

Disclaimer: Since when have you ever thought I was JKR?

It's hard.

Hard to keep your head up when all you can think of is fallingfallingfallingdown.

Hard to balance on that thin rope between white&black (one stumble, girl, and you're out) when all you've ever been on was pitchpitchblack.

Hard to keep your knees from buckling, your heart from pounding, and your forehead from sweating when you learn what's right and what's easy.

Hard to stop that wicked, thin rope from tilting (ohno,ohno,ohno), leaning (stopit, stopit, stopitnow), and slanting (helpme, helpme, helpmeplease) right to left, left to right (it's a bit like your mind, isn't it?). Left to right, right to left (make your decision, already).

Hard to know that when you finally stop, when you're sent tumbling, twisting, spiraling into the pitchpitchblack because it's the easy, simple, effortless decision, and that's the only decision you've ever been able to make.

Hard to know that this time you're not going to be able to climb back up (like you used to) and crawl back to that thin rope between white&black and try (&try&try) again.

Hard to know that with each turn, each twist, each stumble, you're falling deeper&deeper in, and that (ohmerlin) you gave up every chance you've been given to get out of this pitchblack unknown.

Hard knowing that you're a coward.

author's note:

Hurrayyy!

Incase you're still wondering, it's Bellatrix Lestrange ^.^, but it could really be for any deatheater, I just wrote it primarily for Bellatrix.

Reviews, loverlies.