Title: Circles
Author: Cindy Lucy
Rating: PG
Style: Angst
Description: Let me put this one in context for you… This is from Fred's perspective about George who joined the Dark Lord. In all honesty, it was written about me and my twin sister, but everything goes with HP. Please review. It's quite different than my other ficlets, so it should be interesting to read.
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Things would change, you said, you would change. I wouldn't always feel like this, I hoped, it would get better. You reassured me it would.
We're the same because we were both naive. And for both of us it's like one giant, vicious circle, around and around and never-ending. All that turning makes me sick. But we're different. For you it's a game no matter how many people you hurt, for me it's torment. A functional relationship is impossible. You inflict pain and you're oblivious to the damage you do.
Everyday I look in the mirror and I see you. Why does there have to be mirrors in bathrooms? It forces me to remember. I am forced to think about how we innocently played as children and how I have foolishly clung to those memories. And now I am forced to ask, is this how you pictured yourself? Is this who you wanted to be? I hate mirrors and if I thought scratching out my face would help, I would do it.
Darkness. Why did you voluntarily accept that life? Do you feel safer encircled in your black cloak? It does not hide you. Did you know that? I know who you are now. No amount of magic can change that and you will never fool me again.
Do you hate me because I'm the strong one? Is that your driving force? Do you remember when I said you had to be the strong twin? I couldn't do it anymore, I thought. I was tired and was struggling just to hold on. I almost fell. But I couldn't. I knew you would not be there to pick me up. Why couldn't you be there? You cannot be needed. You will never be the strong one and I will not allow myself to be tired again.
We don't bring up your name at dinner anymore. You are a banned subject, practically a curse word. Dad is tired of seeing mum cry and I've turned over all of our pictures. But it doesn't stop. You are impossible to forget.
And you'll never change because circles don't stop.
The end.