A/N: Yes it's short, yes it's twisted. From Ginny's POV this time.
Disclaimer: All is J.K. Rowling's except the plot which is mine etc etc.
Life Apart
When you've been so fucking close to evil, when you've touched the very edge of pure, unrepentant evil, how can you be expected to come bouncing back, happy and carefree as you ever were?
Have you ever seen someone who is evil? No? I have. It's something so dark that you can never come back. Once you've been to the edge and seen beyond it, life can never be the same.
That's what they don't understand. They want me back, but I can't come back. Innocence is a wonderful thing. They are all innocent, whether they know it or not. I am not innocent, and once innocence is lost, it can never be regained. That's why I can't go back. To live in that world, a person needs that innocence. I'm hardly even a real person without that.
The evil scarred me, just like it scarred Harry, all those years ago. The difference was that his scar was visible. People could see it and understand it. No one can understand my scar. Instead, they threw me in here, to be alone with my scar and my pain for the rest of my life.
I can't blame them really. They can sense the brooding presence of the evil in me, even if they don't realise they can. The darkness drips from my very fingertips, radiating its presence. It rests inside me, eating my body, killing my soul.
I say "rests", but a less fitting word is hard to think of. It is always active, always working to keep me down. It crowds my brain, torturing my mind. I'm not mad, but if this continues, as I know it must, I can't see how I'll be able to stay sane. There's safety in madness, because once you are mad, you can't feel any more and I need not to feel.
I suppose I'll be here forever. Sometimes I miss my old life, but it's pointless to dwell on it.
I can never go back.