All my life, I gave myself to the cause, whatever cause was right. These evil forces just breaks me to pieces, these people surely have no soul. Never thought out of this small box, but I wasn't claustrophobic. I enjoyed my box. Things were perfect, I stood up against the evil of the world.
I sat in Hufflepuff common room, curled up in pain, staring at the fire blindly. I recounted the days events, against my own non-existent will.
Today was the day the Death Eaters stormed the castle. They pinned up the students in the great hall, weeding out the "mudbloods" slowly, killing anyone who dared to stand up for them, even torturing those who cried for them. Any remorse branded you a blood traitor that should be broken. This first day lasted for far longer. When we had finally been let back to our Common Rooms, everyone collapsed. Sobs could be heard, mourning lost friends. Too many had died today, and I was going off the deep end.
The purebloods that were left began to be strictly broken of their beliefs. We were stripped of our wands, taught to do things to help the cause. Anyone who lashed out were tortured into insanity. Only when they began to laugh between their strangled screams were they killed and those who were left weren't any better off.
For weeks, I waited for hope to arrive but it never came leaving me with only pain inside. I'm going off the deep end.
I've found that holding on is so hard, it's tearing me apart, or maybe shattering me to pieces. Its doing something to my soul, and I don't think I'll every be repaired. Where's all this "great life"or this "love" that seems so far away now. Maybe it'll be easier to just give in, maybe if my soul was gone it wouldn't hurt so much any more?
I think I understand Evil. These people fell off the deep end. They had faith in the darkness to take their pain away, perhaps even give them wings.
I've fallen off the deep end now, and when the light comes charging at me, I won't let them make me see what I've become.