Crash
Disclaimer: I own nothing from Harry Potter.
Warning: This is an extremely angsty piece of work and I was inspired to write it by one of my old friends (over AIM) because he said that writing your feelings can help you feel better. Also, character death and suicide. You have been warned. It is your choice to go any further than this.
Life's a whole-hell of a bitch. It appears, also, that I am hated by life.
I feel pain at first. Then comes the calm. Nothing hurts and nothing bleeds. And I hung on to life for my friends. But I have never had a reason to live. Life is a bitch.
It got worse, and then it got better. My life sucked so bad at times that I nearly did what I was taught to never do. Me, the good Catholic girl, told never to kill. Me, Virginia Weasley, no longer missed by my family. No longer loved as a son, but merely treated as a burden. Even my older brother, Ronald, is treated better than I.
I suppose. Never mind.
'I hate my fucking life! I hate my fucking life! I was a goddammit good girl, but everything happened wrong!!! WHAT THE HELL IS UP WITH THAT!?' A calming breath, made me even more furious. 'HOW DARE YOU LOCK ME UP IN THIS HELL-HOLE! YOU HAVE NO CONTROL OVER ME!' I suppose I should have calmed down, but viewing my life now, I realize that could never have happened.
'DAMN YOU, CHO CHANG! YOU STOLE THE ONLY BOY I EVER LOVED!' I remember now, I screamed that in her face, with a bunch of other suicidal freaks, as I. There was a whole bunch, at Hogwarts.
I drew my wand, and shout, 'AVADA KEDAVRA!' The strange incantation feels perfect falling from my tongue, as 'Little Miss Perfect, Cho Chang' falls over, dead. This feeling, this glamour at being able to take life this way, maybe this is the reason so many become Death Eaters.
I stalk over to Harry, the one boy I ever loved. Before the teachers can stop me, it is done. I killed the Boy-Who-Lived. 'AVADA KEDAVRA!' But after killing Cho, the spell backfired. *Thank God for Hell.*
A/N: You like? It's a bit angsty, I know. but still. Plz review!
Disclaimer: I own nothing from Harry Potter.
Warning: This is an extremely angsty piece of work and I was inspired to write it by one of my old friends (over AIM) because he said that writing your feelings can help you feel better. Also, character death and suicide. You have been warned. It is your choice to go any further than this.
Life's a whole-hell of a bitch. It appears, also, that I am hated by life.
I feel pain at first. Then comes the calm. Nothing hurts and nothing bleeds. And I hung on to life for my friends. But I have never had a reason to live. Life is a bitch.
It got worse, and then it got better. My life sucked so bad at times that I nearly did what I was taught to never do. Me, the good Catholic girl, told never to kill. Me, Virginia Weasley, no longer missed by my family. No longer loved as a son, but merely treated as a burden. Even my older brother, Ronald, is treated better than I.
I suppose. Never mind.
'I hate my fucking life! I hate my fucking life! I was a goddammit good girl, but everything happened wrong!!! WHAT THE HELL IS UP WITH THAT!?' A calming breath, made me even more furious. 'HOW DARE YOU LOCK ME UP IN THIS HELL-HOLE! YOU HAVE NO CONTROL OVER ME!' I suppose I should have calmed down, but viewing my life now, I realize that could never have happened.
'DAMN YOU, CHO CHANG! YOU STOLE THE ONLY BOY I EVER LOVED!' I remember now, I screamed that in her face, with a bunch of other suicidal freaks, as I. There was a whole bunch, at Hogwarts.
I drew my wand, and shout, 'AVADA KEDAVRA!' The strange incantation feels perfect falling from my tongue, as 'Little Miss Perfect, Cho Chang' falls over, dead. This feeling, this glamour at being able to take life this way, maybe this is the reason so many become Death Eaters.
I stalk over to Harry, the one boy I ever loved. Before the teachers can stop me, it is done. I killed the Boy-Who-Lived. 'AVADA KEDAVRA!' But after killing Cho, the spell backfired. *Thank God for Hell.*
A/N: You like? It's a bit angsty, I know. but still. Plz review!