AN:just a really short piece I did for fun. If you think its dumb I think
so too. I wanted it to be longer to describe the events and feelings but I
haven't got time. Lol. I've got to study for my physics test.
I am Sirius Black. The failure to my friends. The nutcase to most people. Except for some. Remus, he's the one who really pulled me up. No one knew the kind of friendship we shared. The sort of understanding and unique-ness of us. We wag our tails together, pounce on the cat together. It isn't the same with others. Though also it wasn't the same with James. I've hit my nerves. James. Believe me, I wept like I never wept before in my entire life in Godric's Hollow. It's just, just some force of emotion that threatened to flatten me if I don't get it all out. My best friend in the whole wide world. Dead. In front of me. No matter how much I tried to think it wasn't reality, just a dream, the thought will never stop haunting me. I resulted in the death of my best friend and his beloved wife. It was all my fault. Just entirely my fault. It wasn't Peter's fault. Peter. The traitor. The traitor in our midst. Just like those who once betrayed me when I was young. I could never forgive those kind of people. They weren't the same. They don't understand the feeling of hurt, being deceived, the importance of truth. They just don't get it. And they never will.
I am Sirius Black. The failure to my friends. The nutcase to most people. Except for some. Remus, he's the one who really pulled me up. No one knew the kind of friendship we shared. The sort of understanding and unique-ness of us. We wag our tails together, pounce on the cat together. It isn't the same with others. Though also it wasn't the same with James. I've hit my nerves. James. Believe me, I wept like I never wept before in my entire life in Godric's Hollow. It's just, just some force of emotion that threatened to flatten me if I don't get it all out. My best friend in the whole wide world. Dead. In front of me. No matter how much I tried to think it wasn't reality, just a dream, the thought will never stop haunting me. I resulted in the death of my best friend and his beloved wife. It was all my fault. Just entirely my fault. It wasn't Peter's fault. Peter. The traitor. The traitor in our midst. Just like those who once betrayed me when I was young. I could never forgive those kind of people. They weren't the same. They don't understand the feeling of hurt, being deceived, the importance of truth. They just don't get it. And they never will.
