Everyone in life makes their own decisions. As for how many overlooked, I hope for none of mine. In fact, none at all. From the outside life looks like a game. A simple chess match running across a board. After a lifetime the pieces knit back together and start anew. But within each we see the darkest time. Where the game is lost. The broken pieces seem to stay broken and a single move leaves to a shattering impact. All that is left to do after the dark time is to honor the memory of the greatest and and make a new strategy. To make it worth it. That is what we must do. For every loss, for every strategy, for every attack. You must not lose hope for that makes life's sacrifices null and worthless. I will never give up. To give up is to be a coward and I am no coward.
My king and queen were my mother and father. My side lost them but we still won the match. Life isn't so black and white anymore. Within a chess match it is easy to overlook the individual and focus on the greater good. In real life the individual has so much power but choose not to use it. And yet the true king of everything abuses those privileges. I guess that that is why I am left with my aunt and uncle, because the individual was overlooked.
I am a pawn in my whole life. Sure my life had meaning to destroy the opposing king but who controlled that aspect. The white king. I am just a pawn. Ment for that one thing and nothing else. By accepting that role it has consumed my life. I fight him constantly, not a year of rest. An endless battle. I am the lowest of the low, the bottom of the food chain. Outcast in the muggle world and outcast in the wizard world. A pawn in both. Only good for one thing in both.
My task is complete. A mere pawn checked the king. So many gone for it to happen. Other pawns in the picture. Many knights in my personal view. My one purpose. The pieces won't knit back together. Not yet. Nothing will bring my knights back. My king. My queen. They are broken until someone else decides to play. But I'm done playing.
I am shattered. The pawn has finally broken under the pressure. It was too much. The way they looked at me. What they expected. I could only move one space at a time. But unlike a chess game, It wasn't the other team that got me. It was myself. I was already cracked. I'm not inanimate. I feel remorse, and regret. With winning, I killed. I wasn't ready for that. So I took one last life. And the game reset.