AN: So here is the start of the remake of my other uncompleted story, Comparisons and Differences. I hope to have better characterization, grammar, less plot holes, and just a better story in general.
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER. ANYTHING YOU RECOGNIZE BELONGS TO JK ROWLING.
Prologue
Everyone dies eventually. It's just the natural circle of life, I guess. We all come into the world blissfully unaware of the terrors out there. Once you grow up from being an innocent child and find out just how cruel of a place the world is you ache to be ignorant once more. That's how I feel anyway. I long to be a fool to reality. Never would I suffer through this unbearable pain that I have gotten to know well over the past years.
My fingers tighten around the large bottle of firewhisky. I raise it up to my lips and take another swig from the brown bottle. It burns slightly as it goes down my throat, but I don't even take notice due to the huge hole in my heart. I keep thinking that I could just drink away my sorrows, but it still hasn't worked. The numbness that I felt previously has disappeared. Now the liquid seems to only make my mind conjure up ways things would have been if events had turned out differently, which isn't doing my conscious much justice. Why can't I just forget these horrid memories that plague my mind both day and night? I can't sleep due to awful nightmares and during the day flashbacks keep sneaking up into my mind. I wish they would just leave me be for one measly night.
A sudden wave of anger hits me and I take the half empty bottle in my hand and chuck it at the wall a few feet in front of me. I feel a sting on my cheek where a shard of glass had bounced back and scraped me. I slowly raise my hand and feel the cut on my face. It's deep and bleeding profusely. I try not to let the memories the sticky, red liquid reminds me of take over my mind. Then I pick up the tainted shard of glass. I wonder what it would feel like if I joined them. Let death take me and escape this hell on earth. It would be easy, just a slip of the wrist and it would just feel like falling asleep… No, I mustn't think of those thoughts, no matter how tempting they are. I would be letting myself down, not to mention my friends and family.
I wish that I had someone to console in. With my parents being long gone and James and Lily blown to bits, I didn't really have any family left. And I never had many friends, let alone any who survived the war or aren't in Azkaban. And Regulus… Why did he have to leave me alone? He promised me he would come back to me, but he lied. At this point, I felt a tears start to slip down my face, the salty water stinging the fresh cut. Why did he always have to lie to me?
AN- So here is the prologue. The first chapter should be up in a few days. Leave a review and give me your feedback on how this is turning out!
Until next time. -Laura