A/N: I am on a roll. Two depressing fanfictions...I swear I'm fine.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter
Percy Jackson Characters Challenge: Demigods
Task: [Percy] - Write about someone who grew up.
Criticism or any form of advice is highly appreciated!
You Grew, But You Left
Carla sat in her chair, staring blankly at the wall in front of her. "Kay." A voice mumbled from the other side of the room. "Kay. You have to get up. You get stay here anymore." Carla looked glumly to her brother that kneeled next to her. "I understand, you lost him, but you have to let go."
The woman shook her adamantly, she didn't want to leave this room, she couldn't leave him.
It was supposed to be a great year…their last. They were supposed to survive Hogwarts without any difficulties, but there always had to be. Every year, a problem would arise because of that stupid Harry Potter. Carla knew that she couldn't blame the boy, but…she wanted to live in peace, surviving school without anything bad happening.
However, death took his visit to her school.
She could remember the debris exploding and falling everywhere, even in her hair. Her face soled with dirt and her hands soaked with blood as she grasped her boyfriend's body in her hands. She rocked back and forth, screaming for him to wake up.
The world ignored her as time continued to move, because death waits for no one. People think that they run to kill other men on the battlefield, but no, they run into Death's arms like innocent children running to their parents, and her brother was one of them.
She kissed him, multiple times, even moved his moved his hair from his eyes like she did when he was alive, thinking that it awake him, but he didn't. Carla would remember the pain expression that was glued onto her boyfriend's face as he died, it wasn't peaceful, it was one of fear and pain.
Moving her arm, she closed the lifeless eyes and put her forehead against his, she wanted him to hug her again, she wanted his arm and his laugh, but that was forever gone.
"Carla!" Her brother yelled, removing her out of her stupor. She looked at him again, noticing that he once vibrant red hair was reduced to a dull brown, just like her.
Carla ignored him as she stood up and walked around her boyfriend's room, looking at the pictures that they had taken together over the years. She saw so many pictures of a young girl and a handsome young man. She knew who the man was, but who was the girl? She didn't remember her, yet that girl resembled Carla when she was younger. But the smiling girl in the pictures was gone; she grew up.
The smiling was removed and a mask was set in place, protecting her from the world that didn't care.
She was no longer the smiling, happy girl that wanted to learn in Hogwarts, she was the grown up depressed woman who wanted to die.
How can so much change in just a year?