Identity

Where Have All The Good Times Gone? – The Kinks

I stare despondently at the wooden table before me. I should have had a carefree life. I should have spent it enjoying life. I should be at school right now, studying for my NEWTS, making memories. Living.

But I'm not. My life has never been that, not really. Sure, we did have fun, mostly when we were younger, before things got serious.

Then, this year came. It started, and I thought it couldn't get any worse. But it did. I left.

But I'm back now.

I look up into the faces of my best friends, and smile sadly.

"Where have all the good times gone?"

Hard To Swallow – You Me At Six

Draco never had his own life. It was always run by someone else. First his mother, then his father, The Dark Lord.

He never any freedom, never had the chance to make his own choices. The chance to be his own person.

He sits, hidden away in a corner of the library, with a book open at his lap. Studying. Like the Ravenclaw he secretly wished he could be.

It's just one moment. It's nothing dangerous. No-one else could ever see what it meant to him. No-one else would see that this was his finally chance to be who he always wanted to be before he ran out of time.

Because tomorrow, his year-long mission will reach its conclusion. Come tomorrow, there's no turning back.

Dead Man Walking – The Script

I stare out at his life-less body. And I can't form words. It takes me an age to realise whether I screamed out. I'm still not sure.

Because he can't be gone. He just can't. Without him, I'm dead.

He's my life. Those final days we spent together were awful. There was so much awkwardness, so much distance. So close to being together, and yet so far. In the same room, without a single word to say to one another.

This past year, he's been gone. I've been alone. People around me were making plans, standing up for our freedom. I went through the motions. I was there, if only in body. Certainly not in spirit.

And I see now. I understand.

I'm a dead woman walking.

The Great Escape – Boys Like Girls

"I am not my father!"

The slight boy's exclamation silences the room. The adults turn to him with shocked faces, as do his older cousins. Only Rose smiles.

His family is taken aback. Because they know that he's not his father. Really they do.

It's just, he looks so like him. He plays seeker for the quidditch team. He's the epitome of a Gryffindor, loyal and brave.

And they realise, what he says is true. They forget. They treat him as his father.

Harry opens his mouth to say something, but is silenced by his determined son.

"Don't."

Rose grabs her best friend's hand, and smiles encouragingly. With a smile back at her, he turns and leaves the house. Finally, it's his time to be noticed.

This moment is his.

It's his great escape.

Under Pressure – Queen

She stares despairingly at the towering pile of books on the table before. She has so much to revise, so much to learn.

And she has to. She can't fail. Because if she does, then who is she? She's the smart one. Without her books, she's no-one. She'd blend back into nothingness.

But it's more than that. Because her academia is her final link to her parents, the one thing that remains to remind her that she is still their daughter.

However, it's too much. The pressure is simply too much. She flings herself against the books, spreading them across the common room. She screams, and screams, and screams, until the world notices her for more than her books.

But only in her head. She can't break her mask. Not ever.