A/N: I don't know why but this was rattling in my brain tonight. I'm not sure... but I think this may turn into something longer. I feel it pulling at me to write more. It's defiantly dark for me. If you have the time or the inclination, please drop me a review. I really really would like feedback on this one. Seriously.
Thanks guys!
Belladonna
The Lonely Ones
A gaunt, pale boy stood alone. His once brilliant emerald eyes, now murky and lifeless, scanned the sorrowful reflection before him. Months of little to no sleep and barely eating had taken its toll on his small frame. He couldn't close his eyes now with out being transported back to the hellish scenes of his nightly dreams. Bodies littering the ground, soaking the grass with the blood of the innocent and the guilty alike. He couldn't shake them. Like ghosts, they haunted his every waking moment.
He tried to pretend, for the sake of others. He tried to be strong. To be The Chosen One.
It was all too much. Never having more than a fleeting brush of happiness wasn't enough to sustain his soul. He'd been dying since he was born. Each day chipping away at the fabric of his spirit. People asked too much of him!
How can a 16 year old boy be the savior of millions?
How could people think that he wanted this? The fame.
The infamy more like it.
No one truly understood. How could they? They thought he had grown up in the lap of luxury.
He shuddered as he recalled the club-like hands of his uncle pounding in to his fragile body day after day. How he had managed to make it to eleven with his sanity intact, he would never know. He couldn't quite say that it still was solid though. Years of fighting Tom had broken something within him. He was always inside his mind, whispering, yelling, taunting. Pulling at his defenses. Twisting him in knots. Suggesting...
Laughing.
School didn't help to distract either. The whispers. Was he the savior or the sinner. One minute revered, envied. The next despised, and outcast. Even his so called best friend abandoned him. Oh he apologized later. So desperate to have the connection, to have a companion, he took him back. Forgave. Was the better man. All he ever wanted was to live in peace. Be a normal wizard. Have parents. Have people to truly love him.
A tear rolled down his sunken cheek.
He was filled with such bitterness. No one knew. No one cared to know. It hurt so much to be rejected. Just when he would finally feel cared for, they turned on him. Harassed him. People's words mattered. Malfoy was the worst.
The never ending harassment from Malfoy. Oh, he acted tough;spouted it right back to him. But no one ever saw him cry afterwards. He always ran to the girls bathroom. Crumbled into a heap on the cold, unforgiving tile floor. For hours he would huddle into himself, desperately trying to reassemble the facade. The only one who saw was Moaning Myrtle, but she let him be.
That's where he was now. He had just wanted to walk the halls, try to keep the demons at bay. He didn't know how he had ended up here. He didn't know how he had managed to not encounter Snape. The man stalked the halls about as much as he did these days.
Barely managing a smirk he was glad the invisibility cloak had its uses. He turned the faucet.
The voices, the images blazed through his mind once more.
No! He..he couldn't deal anymore. It was too much. Too much. He began to sob. It was the final straw. He saw a little girl, no more than five lying lifeless on the ground. Teddy bear in hand. A tear of blood rolling down her cheek. Then the laughter. Always the laughter.
He picked up his wand.
They would have to find themselves a new savior.
