Teary eyed
I stand behind the lines
And watch as time passes me by
Sitting on the swings, I watch as all the other kids on the playground laugh and play games. They look so happy. I envy them, I never had that happiness, and I probably never will. They all have families who love them, but the only family I have hates me.
I'm all alone. No one seems to even see me here, all by my self. Not that any one would care. I've always been alone. No one would ever love a freak like me.
I look at all the happy faces
All smiling big with love in their eyes
They're playing on the marry-go round when their parents come to tell them it's time to go home. They smile and leave, holding the hands of their mommies and daddies. Every one's happy, every one but me.
Then I look at myself
And see nothing
But a pathetic ugly thing
In comparison to them, I guess I'm pretty insignificant. It's like I'm not even here, like I don't even exist at all. I sigh and look to the sky. I better get home soon, it's getting pretty late.
Left to fall
With ugly broken wings
"You stupid freak! Where have you been! You better hope no one saw you!" I try to say that no one saw me, but before I can-
"He was at the park, my friends and I saw him there," my cousin shouts. 'Thanks you fat pig, thanks a lot,' I think. My uncle, that man that was yelling before, turns to me. He's angry.
"You're going to get it now Freak!" he says, spitting the word 'freak' out like acid, like it's poison on his tongue and if he doesn't get it out fast enough it will burn him. He drags me into the basement, telling my aunt to take Dudley to his sister Marge's house for the rest of the night why he deals with me.
I've got this crawling, squirming feeling in my stomach. I don't know what he's going to do to me, but what ever it is it won't be pretty. I know I'll hurt for a while after words, but there's nothing I can do.
After he knows his wife and son are gone for the night he turns to me and grins; he fists his beefy hands and starts punching. I hear the sound of cracking ribs more then I actually feel it. It will hurt more in the morning, I'm sure.
Soon I'm on the ground, gasping, I'm finding it very hard to breath. He's grinning down at me. I think he's finally lost it. He's chuckling now. I want to scream, to cry, to beg for mercy, but I can't speak. My voice is lost.
"You won't be around to disgrace my family for much longer," He says happily, and as he pulls out a knife I know he's right. He's grinning like crazy, with this look in his eyes, and he brings down the knife. I feel it slice into my throat and I smile. Maybe I should be sad, maybe scared, but I don't. Instead I'm relieved, relieved to finally be free.
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A/N: I'm in an angst-y mood, but sadly my craving for it is unsatisfied.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter
