Bit of an off the cuff random idea, see what you think.
It was never meant to be this way.
The last battle was supposed to be won by those in the right, those who fought for a better world for all, not just the wizarding world, and the various magical creatures which inhabit it, but the Muggles too. The prophecy was there to create the person to destroy the Dark Lord, but instead the foul dark arts prevailed. I can still remember the moment when Voldemort struck down my beloved Harry, crushed the reason for my existence, and knew then that my own life had ended too.
Now, the hurt courses through my blood like boiling acid, burning my organs and creating a void in my stomach through which all feelings of happiness and enjoyment of life disappear. The world seems less alive, dull and depleted like the sun has been taken away from it. As I try to keep going through the ensuing days, the void simply grows, extending so it covers my whole being, my heart bleeding into it my very essence. In the day I wander adrift, exhausted, drained, with the agony eating away at me and tainting what I do, as I try to avoid the rampaging Dark Lord and his minions, and at night I lie awake, restless and agonised as the memories of what had been flare up in my brain, stabbing themselves into my cringing consciousness, reaching into my soul and carving it up. I fear that I'll soon have no more left.
I try to distract myself with day to day tasks, attempting to put on a brave face, to keep smiling and engaging with those I meet, trying to keep hope alive but the hurt strikes me unexpectedly, at the glint of sunlight through the trees, at the soft sound of a voice, all of which serve to open the door to the darkness and let the vampires in, sucking at my lifeblood and reducing me to a quivering wreck, a slave to the darkness that threatens my soul. I keep trying, as the human soul always tries to propogate a survival instinct, a desire to keep living, but what's the point in living if there is no purpose, no drive, no Hope left?
I feel I must end it all. I can't keep going with the darkness gnawing at my insides, making every moment of every day unbearable. The world arounfd me is being decimated, torn apart by the monsters which now roam free. It seems it has come to this. I will cut the pain out of me, and give myself release. My only wish is that I take the darkness with me, that the foul demon nestling in my gut will not inflict it's evil upon anyone else, and that the world will somehow survive, though I know not how.
I pray I go to a better place.
Hmm. Not convinced but I'll bung it in anyway, reviews welcome.
