Freak…freak….freak….FREAK
Freak, it was only a name; it couldn't possible hurt anyone…. After all it's not like sticks and stones they say. They say bullies couldn't hurt anyone with words; after all it wasn't like it left a physical mark. Isn't that what the Oh so wise adults said…?
They were wrong. Everyday. Every stupid day those words dug in deeper, scaring him deeper and deeper. Until, at last, he became hollow. Of Couse he kept the façade on for his so called friends and teachers. They expected him to be a golden boy, their saviour, their scapegoat. He was never thanked, not once. Of course he got house points, but that wasn't exactly a thank-you, now was it?
Even his godfather, the one who was meant to protect him, only saw him as his father. Not him but his father. Really it wasn't a surprise when he did finally die that he became a true Hollow. After all, what was the use of love, it never existed for him. In fact he doubts it ever existed, it was only another concept thought up by the masses that were afraid of the inevitable. No the heart doesn't exist, it never did.
No point in crying now, he who cries. Wasn't that what Tom called he when they duelled?
He who cries, El que lora, Ulquiorra. Mm it was fitting, much better that Harry