A/N: George can't stand the constant reminders. Remember, the chapters are not in chronological order, so while George was better in the last chapter, he is back to being broken in this one.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
I haven't been able to sleep through the night since that day. I'm still conditioned to hearing soft snores across from me the darkness. Instead now, I wake up many times alone in the dark.
I'm lucky if its a nightmare. On those nights, I wake up gasping as I try to remember that I'm not in my own bed above the shop. I'm not stuck in the Battle with nasty curses whizzing by. I'm not standing over what used to be my brother. My joints ache from the thrashing in my sleep during the visions. My sheets are drenched in sweat and my pillow soaked with tears.
It's worse if it's a dream. The dream lulls me into a false sense of security. It paints a world that doesn't really exist. I'm happy in the dream and laughing with him. We play the pranks and roam the halls of Hogwarts like we usually did. But dreams hurt because I have to wake up. I have to come back to a world where they'll never come true.
When it's finally morning, I shuffle to the bathroom before everyone wakes up. I don't want them to see me this way. I don't want them to see me at my worst. I don't want them to see that I'm just an incomplete half of a whole. I don't even want to see myself.
Because everyday I see your face just by looking in the mirror and everyday I hear your voice just by using my own, everyday I'm reminded of what happened and I ask myself, "Why you? Why not me?"