Dawn
A/N - This is a short fic , sort of angsty . You will have to guess who it is about. I cried while writing this.
Dawn. Each dawn brings a new day , right ? Full of hope. Full of promise. That
is one of the few things you can count on. The night will end , and the sun must
rise. Always. People always say that when tomorrow comes , you start over. You
start anew. People love dawn. The promise of a new day. But what if you don't
want one ? What if you don't want the sun to rise ? What if you don't want to live
anymore? Did I survive Azkaban for this ? For each day , the sun to rise , to mock
me , begin yet another day of hiding , of running , of looking at wanted pictures of
me ? 4 years ago I escaped azkaban. 4 years. And why I was put in there ? For all
the wrong reasons. So what happens when you don't want the sun to rise ? You
don't want to live to see a new day ? Pretty depressing , huh ? It wasn't always this
way . Well my life is anything but happy. Now.