Disclaimer: I'm not J.K Rowling, if I were I wouldn't have an English assignment waiting to be done and a room to be cleaned...
The Blank Static Screen
Prologue
Success... such an infinitely intangible being. People like me tumble down from mountains and climb up precarious hills just to enter and inhabit its wonder. Up till now I've never met someone who has fully devoured and enjoyed the taste of success without feeling some kind of undercurrent that resembles bitterness, regret, revenge.
The natural palatial taste that it has is not one of sweetness but rather smugness. In my eyes success was never all that rubbish about happiness or prosperity. It wasn't even about having excessive amounts of money, the broom you ride, the robes you wear or the people you know. In my eyes success was being the best.
The one who stands out from all the rest, the one who is distinguished... who no one will ever forget.
I'm not mean, heartless nor do I sport a ridiculous amount of pride. In fact, I don't enjoy showing off my various accolades. I'm not your typical 'shove down your greatness on anyone in the vicinity' kind of girl.
I'm not like him.
However, I do enjoy the feeling of knowing that, if I wish to do so, I would have the ability to look at someone and be able to say, "Yeah... I'm better than you. I'm the best." Just the fact that if I wanted to I probably could is enough for me.
You see, to me, success involves physical recognition. Be it a diploma, a trophy or even a certificate it's still physical proof that I achieved something. None of that, 'As long as you know you did your best' rubbish. I needed proof to make sure that no one could ever doubt me.
I love public recognition, no matter how tiny, and I think that it's a large part of why I crave success is to satisfy my hunger for this.
I guess I care a lot of what people think of me even if I pretend I don't. The independent, free-spirited, confident, uncaring facade has become a part of my personality even though every shortcoming, every jibe, every rumour, every negative comment hurts as much as I pretend it doesn't.
Some call me insecure... me I just think I'm a victim of the more affluent. A sorry, pathetic little victim.
That's why I'm sitting here in this alley. Away from prying and judgemental eyes, whose vindictive gazes could crack the hardest of hearts. I guess that's also why pushing down this plunger seems so important. Away from their gazes I finally have no one to disappoint.
Almost as though this is my last chance to experience the seductive lure of success before I'm thrown down the same precarious mountain that I climbed to get here.
A way to finally achieve success.
I smiled.
Success in death.
AN: Hello dear reader and welcome to my latest fanfic. I just wanted to say that 'The Bend in the Road' is officially on hiatus till I manage to fix it up. 'A Blank Static Screen' may seem to be very angsty but I promise that it's more of a dark comedy and keep in mind that this is just the prologue. I'd love to hear feedback from you!