Disclaimer: I don not own the works of literary art that go by the title of the…Harry Potter and the series.
I do own my characters, once I create them, you may recognize them by the fact that they are not in any of the books.
I sat down on the side of my bed, allowing a heavy sigh to escape my lips. I got up and looked at my worn, leathery face.
I was alone.
Completely alone.
Not lonely, just…alone.
I stared back into my own, dulled eyes." I didn't always look this bad" I reminded myself, and it was true. Once my face was youthful and full of laughter, my eyes bright and happy.
But, no more.
Not now, now that I had seen so much…now that I had experienced so much pain and disappointment. Now that the only people I ever cared about where dead or had abandoned me.
I slowly made my way to the window and looked out at the moon, so close, and yet, why worry, even though I don't have the potion I'm to far away to do any real damage, only to myself, but that was a daily thing anymore.
I had my good days, I would remember all the good times I have had with my friends, but most of the time It wasn't. I suffered from depression and when I wasn't looking back at all the death and sorrow I had experienced I was contemplating my own death
Death, it used to frighten me, but now I consider it my only real friend. This friend could get me out of any situation. This world is insane, people criticize me for my feelings but don't try to help, can they not see it in my eyes, hear it in my voice? I'm pleading for it, I need it more than anything, it's the one thing no one offers….help.