My Daughter
Is it worth it? Is it really worth all the pain
I sit here pondering that exact question; I have what I feel as nothing left. My parents died when I was 12, it's so long ago when I think about it, so much has changed.
Is it worth it? Is it really worth all the pain
I am no longer the super short, skinny little kid who loved to make mischief. Ha I doubt I'll ever be like that again, so innocent and ignorant, they say ignorance is bliss and that is so true, but it's being aware of what's going on around us that makes us who we are.
Is it worth it? Is it really worth all the pain
Back when I was twelve I thought I'd never get over their deaths, well I did. But then something worse happened, I lost my aunt and uncle. When I look back on them I realize I was closer to my aunt that I was my own mother, she was my best friend and I hers. She took me in when my parents died even though she was only just out of school.
Is it worth it? Is it really worth all the pain
I sit here thinking about ending it al, my aunts dead, when she died I took her son to live with me. He's my cousin, but he's special, the boy-who-lived, the chosen one, or his personal favourite, when he was alive, Harry Potter boy-wonder.
Is it worth it? Is it really worth all the pain
But he died as well, he was my son, legally, mentally but biologically, no. When he needed me most I could do nothing my bone marrow was not compatible. Who would have thought, Cancer, the one thing apart from death wizards can't cure, killed the most powerful wizard in the world. Cancer kill Harry Potter? Who would have thought. He had no siblings to give him the bone marrow he needed to survive, the one time he really needed my help I couldn't do it for him.
Is it worth it? Is it really worth all the pain
My husband died next, my love for 15 years, my soul mate, my one true love, dead. He was killed by a car, he was run over in the muggle world, by the time paramedics got there he was dead, he had been instantly killed. Wizards can't cure death, sure they can try and then claim they have succeeded or close, but it is impossible to conquer death.
Is it worth it? Is it really worth all the pain
I sit here; I'm so ready to end it. I've lost anything and everyone that cares about me. My family's gone and dead. I'm ready to end it all, to kill myself with a simple Avada Kedavra to my chest. I'm not afraid to die, I want to die, to get to see my mother, my father, my uncle, my aunt, my husband, my son, my family.
Is it worth it? Is it really worth all the pain
I'm finally ready, I start the curse "Avad……" "mummmmmy," I hear my daughters cry. How could I forget, the child who means so much to me. As much as I would love to speak to my family, I couldn't do it, not if it meant being away from her.
Is it worth it? Is it really worth all the pain
I was sitting there ready to kill myself, take my life away, but I was saved. I was saved by an angel. She will never be able to understand the difference her one word she cried made.
IT IS WORTH IT! IT IS WORTH THE PAIN!
I will never tell her how easily she saved me, but I must write it down so someone knows. I was saved by someone special.
My saviour.
My angel.
My Daughter.
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Wow my first story, I hope everyone like it. This is a character in a fanfiction written by Kaitylen. You should read it, it's called Lilliana Prewitt. The actual length of the story was 654 words. I had this plot stuck in my head, but I've never written fanfiction before because I couldn't be bothered, but when I told Kaitylen, she said I should write it and show her even if I didn't post it, and she said it was really good, but I think she's a bit biased so if you like/hate/it's ok just tell me please so I have an idea.