Insomnia: Hi, I've been feeling depressed lately and I have had a writer's block
for so long on all other stories so I decided when down write an even downer story
which I now, despairingly present to all who dare to read it, just be warned I am depressed
and hope to make it as depressing and as short to the point as possible.
Disclaimer: I Do not own Harry Potter, so don't say I do I just warned you that I don't...
-Is this the End?-
Darkness.... Why was there so much darkness?
My thoughts spin out of order my controlled chaos has lost all semblance of order and
now it is but lost unto all that once I knew...
Everyone dead...
Why? Where did I go wrong? Was it me? Was it my fault? Did I cause all of this?
Please someone anyone tell me! No one replied no one was there...
Sadness, is that all I feel now? Why is it that I can't feel anything beyond this sadness.
You were after me not them! I tried to say it so many times but all it did was pass my lips which
failed to give breath to even my words.
Why did he choose me why not anyone else, my chances of life ruined since I was born only to be
further thrust into the brink of disaster and chaos.
Was it fate? Was it that hell damning prophecy that set this all to happen.
I lost, I was defeated, the light I held extinguished.
Darkness was the victor, and I the light its conquered.
Lord Voldemort won but I, Harry Potter, was to made an example of I was the beacon of the dark,
my fall down to earth as all stepped upon me and mocked my existence for who now would take my
place to fight the dark? No one, all opposition devastated I was the last of my kind, and now, now I would be
executed, disposed of...murdered.
My eyes look to the sky, can I ask for forgiveness?
I'm sorry everyone...A green light sparks in my sight...Death consumes me greedily into its hands as I welcome it.
And so concludes my one-shot maybe the good guys aren't supposed to win all the time.
till next time ja ne