The girl who seemed unbreakable broke, the girl who always laughed cried, the girl who never stop trying finally gave up. She dropped a fake smile as a tear ran down her cheek and she whispered to herself "i can't do this anymore"
I tried to stay strong for them, I truly did. I held my head high, walked proudly, kept up a façade of normalness. I was their good little puppet, always running of to fight whenever asked. For I am the girl-who-lived. It is my job after all, I have a duty to the wizarding community.
But sometimes, although I've never told anyone else this, I wish I could have died. I had so many opportunities to end my suffering, and yet each time I messed it up. At Godric's Hollow, 1st year, the chamber of secrets, with the dementors, the tri-wizard tournament – dragons, a lake and a maze, with the dementors once again and finally with Sirius in the Department of Mysteries.
Why did everyone else always sacrifice themselves for me, why was I always denied the sweet, sweet bliss of death. It would be heaven, to not have to think anymore. For I am trapped here, stuck in an endless cycle. Trapped in my memories, forced to watch over and over again as people died in front of me, for me.
I am tired, so tired. I don't now if I can go on like this anymore. Holding up the constant illusion of happiness and strength. Having to pretend like I was ok, be in charge, the leader no matter the situation. I am never allowed to cry, for I am their saviour. Yet who will save me? Do I not deserve a saviour?
I can't do this anymore. As much as I try, I can't. They may call me selfish, and curse my name, but I will not be around for any of that. I am going to see my parents, my godfather and Cedric once again. For once, I can be truly happy. And with that thought in my head, I downed the potion, welcomed into Death's loving embrace.