He looked around with tears in his eyes. It was always the same, wasn't it? As long as he pretended that everything was alright...everyone else would be happy. THEY wouldn't have to live their lives in fear. As long as he seemed safe- so was everyone else. Couldn't they just see that it wasn't safe? COuldn't they just see that he wasn't ok? He just wanted to stand up and scream...scream as loud as he possibly could---just to do anythign to get rid of this mounting pressure inside of him. He felt as if any second he could go off and explode. No one was safe around him.
Everyone said he was imagining things...that he was taking his feelings to an extreme and bveing over-dramatic. As if his life wasn't enough of a drama itself... No one understood. No one understood that it was kill or be killed. No one understood what it was like to lose everyone... No one that was with him now, anyways.
So alone... so young to be so alone...and miserable. He shook his head laughing mirthlessly to himself. He wasn't supposed to turn into a bitter cynical person till his old age claimed him. Circumstances for their hand; they make people changed. He had changed. No doubt about that. But had it been for the best? Perhaps....in the long run:yes. He could make those heartless decisions others don't have to.... but now.... It was so hard. So hard to go from day to day..knowing what was to come... not knowing how to stop it. He shuddered. His own imenenant death... It's not everyday a young kid has to ponder that.
Then again he stopped being a kid when he was a small baby... he stopped being a kid when he was cursed with a horrid looking scar that would hold the key to his future. He stopped being a kid when voldemort stole his childhood away from him.
Everyone said he was imagining things...that he was taking his feelings to an extreme and bveing over-dramatic. As if his life wasn't enough of a drama itself... No one understood. No one understood that it was kill or be killed. No one understood what it was like to lose everyone... No one that was with him now, anyways.
So alone... so young to be so alone...and miserable. He shook his head laughing mirthlessly to himself. He wasn't supposed to turn into a bitter cynical person till his old age claimed him. Circumstances for their hand; they make people changed. He had changed. No doubt about that. But had it been for the best? Perhaps....in the long run:yes. He could make those heartless decisions others don't have to.... but now.... It was so hard. So hard to go from day to day..knowing what was to come... not knowing how to stop it. He shuddered. His own imenenant death... It's not everyday a young kid has to ponder that.
Then again he stopped being a kid when he was a small baby... he stopped being a kid when he was cursed with a horrid looking scar that would hold the key to his future. He stopped being a kid when voldemort stole his childhood away from him.