Catastrophe
Disclaimer: Um…. (Jo: "Say it!") –Le sigh- Not mine
Synopsis: The bitter woes of Hermione. Oneshot, mild angst.
A/N: Just trying out some angst and attempting to pin the characters down as real and convincingly teenage (-coughjoyoudon'tdothatverywellcough-)
I hate my life. I very much want to drop dead and reincarnate. However, being a ghost sounds interesting…I'll delve deeper into that later. How have I come to loathe my life so utterly and completely?
There seems to be no stopping it. I always push my parents over the limit. I bawl just a second too long, retort just one too many remarks. Perhaps I'm attention deprived? No, I'm sure I get enough attention to let it register as healthy on the sanity scale. After all, I am an only child, happily frolicking in the fawning of parents. No, no. I live in the middle of a violent (not to mention loud) verbal war. Worse of all, I instigate many of the battles.
My parents never did hold anything more than a mild friendship with each other. When I was born, I guess baby spittle is effective glue. As I grew, however, establishing an attitude as stubborn and rebellious as my hair, I guess the vase broke again. I ducked in the midst of screaming words, one in my defense, and one against me—both wanting the best for me. Oh woe.
Soon, I drew myself into the battle of word grenades and looking daggers, unaware of the ever widening communication between myself and my parents. I shielded away from them, barricading myself in silence and secrecy. They never knew what was really going on inside me.
Later on, I decided to unite us, become a family again. Ha! Oh poor, sweet, naïve me…I opened up a bit—was hurt, but kept myself open. I tried to communicate, but nothing calm ever lasted. Then I tried to keep us together by being the best…Lemme shine. Shine enough to blind you from achieving your goal to separate us. But heck, nothing worked.
Now, I guess I'm not mad or rebellious…
I'm just lost.