A/N: For Ghoul Studies
Prompts: Phantom, Freak and Madman
I am a phantom of a girl that used to be here. A freak as many of my peers likes to address me as. Maybe I am a freak; I mean everything in my life leads me to that conclusion. I dyed my hair black; I have three piercings, only one of which is on my face; I hate my family and I was the only Potter/Weasley to get into Slytherin in almost nine generations. I am a freak, a freak that does not belong, because if I did belong, I would not be standing on the astronomy tower like a madman starring into the black abyss and feeling comfortable.
I want to jump, jump of the brink of insanity and fall into a comfort. A world where I can fit in; a world that understand rebellion and difference are important and creative. So I extend my foot ready to jump, ready to send myself flying into darkness. But then I thought hits me.
What if…?
What if I regret it as I fall?
What if I have not yet found my place?
"What if this does not makes sense?
"Lily," I hear someone scream behind me. Rose? Huge? Maybe even Albus? It doesn't matter of course because I have been startled and now I am falling. It is the best feeling I have ever had, because I belong here. I can no longer hear what the person is screaming, or what anyone is screaming. All I can think is three beautiful words as I fall into blackness.
I am Free.