I would like to dedicate this to BrieLestrange (again) because if she hadn't given me the idea to do this you wouldn't be reading it right now. So first off if you haven't read my fanfic before this (Settling the Score), you might not understand so please go read it :)
Here's a basic summary of the next part you are about to read: This is as if Brie had killed herself, it's completely in Bellatrix's point of view and it just tells her thoughts and kind of how she coped with it, it starts out kind of how my other one did because it's pretty much the same story just Bella's point of view. Enjoy :) (I don't own any of characters or places)
A Life with no Meaning
War. Power. Him. The things that had meant most to me in my life. But those things didn't matter anymore, none of it did. It was all over, and it was all gone. Everything I had done with my life was completely shattered. We had lost the war, but I didn't care about that anymore. He died. The man I had fought beside. The man I loved died, but I couldn't dwell on that anymore, not while my daughter was running around trying to seek revenge on Augustus because he had killed the Weasley she was in love with. A Weasley! I know I raised her better than that, or at least I thought I had. But in the end, I guess I couldn't complain about that much because he was after all a pureblood. I look back and think of how stupid I acted. It was so stupid! I was acting like my God damn mother and father! Setting up a loveless marriage! She clearly hadn't wanted that, and I completely understand that now; maybe if I had been a better mother I would have seen that then, and I would have realized, but it was too late. Way too fucking late for this now. She went and got herself killed! She killed herself! Why couldn't she have just killed Augustus! She was pretty damn close to it too! Yes, maybe if I had been a better mother none of this would have happened! And yeah, maybe everything would be okay now! But nothing is okay. Nothing I do can bring her back to life because it's too late. I really do wish I didn't have to be here anymore. Life is pointless now. My husband is dead. My daughter is dead. My true love is dead. I am pretty much dead. There's no point to life, no point to carry on just rotting away in this cell in Azkaban. So this is why I'm doing this. I'm writing this so when whoever finds me they know exactly why I did it. Why I had to do it, why there was no other way. Then maybe I can be free, maybe I could be with the ones I loved, but I'll probably just burn in Hell where I belong.