A/N I own nothing, J.K.R does. And sorry witchinhiding, because I tell you your stories are depressing and then post up this and 'stolen gift' both in one day. Please review, GTG.
When tears are not enough.
Sometimes tears are not enough. In those times, you have to scream, shout and lash out, because life isn't fair. These are the times where you can't control who you are, because all thought goes into your anger and grief. This is how you break down. When you don't need to stay strong, and can't.
You are in this stage now. You are screaming. Kicking things over. Punching walls. Why? Because the cruel world grabbed your brother and took him away from you. Because you don't know how else to cope. Because he is gone, and never coming back. No one can hear you. You have placed a silencing charm around the room. The room you once shared.
With him.
You are alone in this room now.
It feels colder than before. There are boxes over the floor, scattered by two excited teenage boys, preparing for their business. They opened a joke shop. You don't want to joke now, not without him. You grab the box and throw it out of the window. You scream louder as you wish you hadn't thrown it. You want him back so badly. It feels as though you are missing a part of yourself. You scream, and punch and kick, until you can barely stand. You grab a mirror of the side and throw it ruthlessly on the floor. You no longer see yourself when you look in the mirror. You shout some more, until your throat is raw. This is when you collapse on the floor and sleep.
Over time, you heal. You reopen your shop. You get married. You even laugh. It doesn't Sometimes, when you find an old picture of him, or a scrawled contacts list in his writing, you break down again. You cry, kick and scream until you can barely stand. Why?
Because sometimes, tears are not enough.