A/N: This was written for Clever Ink Slinger's Holiday Spirit: Halloween Boot Camp Challenge. I took up another boot camp challenge, I must have a death wish or something. Anyways, I hope yo all enjoy this little collection.
Rating: T for Teen
Prompt: Haunted
Character(s): George Weasley
Haunted
My life wasn't simple or well put together, I never imagined myself here. Half-note, distraught – scattered. I was once someone – somebody with a life and friends of my own. Somebody with a voice, I was smart, clever even but I masked it with pranks. It's funny, near hysterical how my life has turned out. My life was empty; the cemetery I'm walking around on this misty night comforts me more than the welcoming arms of my remaining family.
The bottle that I had clutched to my chest early had been lost somewhere between the gate to the cemetery and the memorial for those fallen in the second war. I am half a person – closed in the silence of my own despair. I'm searching . . . searching for something that will never be again, at least on this plane of existence.
I'm haunted; George doesn't live here any longer. I'm just Fred's surviving twin or 'that ginger who lost his twin'. I am alone; life is just too cumbersome to live anymore. Leaning against Fred's headstone I can see things all too clearly. Why? Why did I continue you to live this farce of existence?
It's Halloween night and for a moment I just pretend that everything is right in the world. Surely there would be pranks and candy, delightful screams and laughter falling over children's shoulders. A glint of light and a movement so quick all I can do is tilt my head back and smile. I am . . . tired, the grass feel cool and damp. I think I'll just lie down and reminisce with Fred. My wrists ache a bit and I think I can hear a storm brewing, thunder rolled through the sky and the ground reverberated. I feel tired – so very tired, perhaps I should just sleep but now my wrists feel itchy and sticky.
I wonder if dying is all that bad, if it is supposed to hurt or is it as simple and painless as falling asleep like some want to believe . . .