By Winged Devil
Short Story
Why? Why me? What did I do to deserve this?
I live in a small place. It is a large place, but what I have access to is small. Why can't I use things? It's always' "No, Neville! No!"
Am I a dog? Is there a problem with me? My parents are almost dead and no one cares about my reaction.
Am I left with only rocking in my bed, stroking my dog?
Is my dog my only comfort?
Life is cruel on me! I never deserved what I got, I awls try to please people! And all I end up doing is cutting myself on a piece of expensive broken china or getting picked on by Draco Malfoy.
Why me?
Life... Red as blood, light as evil