Jagged Edge
A fic by Nightowl
Disclamer: Nothing belongs to me.
The cliffs of the mountain rise to claim the day as it rises above the starry night sky. I've been here many times before, for too many different reasons. To kill, to breathe, to plead, to meet, but never to die. Never before have I reliezed how jagged the edges of the cliffs are, how sharp they must be... oh, the pain to die.
I have killed. A few where ememies, a few where my friends. One was my crush, my love of my life. I still mourn for her. They one shared one thing in common: the same blood of muggle-parents.
Sure, they may be muggle-born, but they are magical- muggles aren't magical, but at least they don't do anything about it. But then again they don't know about it.
My father hated them, he truly did. He hated all, from Muggles to Voldemort to me. He loved nothing: he could not love, not even pretend to love. He only showed his cold, hard emotions on his raw, unmoving face.
I was his son, and so I was his clay- I was Lucius's son, his only living child. His only other child was 5 year older then me. She was abused illegally, in ways no one wishes to describe. Her name was Ursa, Ursa Major, and her life was a storm of abuse and drugs and depression, along with sucide. I saw the note, I was only 7 years of age, but I saw the note. Claming you where insane- she had a point there, father. She was only 12, and yet she did die by her own hand. At the age of 12.
I was abused in a much different way then she was. Emitonally scared for life after seeing the note, you, my father, only made it worse. Some times I talk to you even though you're dead. Perhaps I'm insane like you.
Whatever the case may be, I have 3 dead close relatives- one of sucide, one of alchol abuse, and one of a drug overdose. The drug overdose- that's mother. She died a week after you- took too much cocaine and marjuina apparently. I was left all the money, which I donated to the poor.
Crazy, you say? I am crazy, you say? Maybe, father, I am crazy- but it's all your fault, for you are like the raven.
Now, I jump off a cliff, preapared to meet my fate- I have been since the day I was born, since the day I meet you.
And of I go.
A/N: Woah, that was... weird. If you review, no flames.
A fic by Nightowl
Disclamer: Nothing belongs to me.
The cliffs of the mountain rise to claim the day as it rises above the starry night sky. I've been here many times before, for too many different reasons. To kill, to breathe, to plead, to meet, but never to die. Never before have I reliezed how jagged the edges of the cliffs are, how sharp they must be... oh, the pain to die.
I have killed. A few where ememies, a few where my friends. One was my crush, my love of my life. I still mourn for her. They one shared one thing in common: the same blood of muggle-parents.
Sure, they may be muggle-born, but they are magical- muggles aren't magical, but at least they don't do anything about it. But then again they don't know about it.
My father hated them, he truly did. He hated all, from Muggles to Voldemort to me. He loved nothing: he could not love, not even pretend to love. He only showed his cold, hard emotions on his raw, unmoving face.
I was his son, and so I was his clay- I was Lucius's son, his only living child. His only other child was 5 year older then me. She was abused illegally, in ways no one wishes to describe. Her name was Ursa, Ursa Major, and her life was a storm of abuse and drugs and depression, along with sucide. I saw the note, I was only 7 years of age, but I saw the note. Claming you where insane- she had a point there, father. She was only 12, and yet she did die by her own hand. At the age of 12.
I was abused in a much different way then she was. Emitonally scared for life after seeing the note, you, my father, only made it worse. Some times I talk to you even though you're dead. Perhaps I'm insane like you.
Whatever the case may be, I have 3 dead close relatives- one of sucide, one of alchol abuse, and one of a drug overdose. The drug overdose- that's mother. She died a week after you- took too much cocaine and marjuina apparently. I was left all the money, which I donated to the poor.
Crazy, you say? I am crazy, you say? Maybe, father, I am crazy- but it's all your fault, for you are like the raven.
Now, I jump off a cliff, preapared to meet my fate- I have been since the day I was born, since the day I meet you.
And of I go.
A/N: Woah, that was... weird. If you review, no flames.