A/N: I don't own harry potter, I might insert my own characters later. The lyrics are from Linkin Park.
Chapter 3
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It's so hard to be, left all alone
Telling you is the only chance for me
There's nothing left but, to turn and face you
When I look into your eyes, there's nothing there to see
Nothing but my own mistakes staring back at me
Asking why...
These nightmares I can't escape from. They haunt my nights leaving me exhausted at night's end. Cedric's death still haunts me. He blames me, like everyone else. Blames me for my mistakes. I seem to have made a lot of mistakes in my life; mistakes that will haunt me till the day I die. But death seems to hate me. Takes away those I care about and leaves me to suffer. He likes to see me suffer, not offering me the relief of death.
Now, nothing can stop in this land of the pain
The same lose, not knowing they were part of the game
And while the insides change, the box stays the same
And the figure inside could bear anybody's name
The memories I keep are from a time like then
I put on my paper so I could come back to them
Someday i'm hopin to close my eyes and pretend
That this crumpled up paper can be perfect again
I don't know how long I have been on the run. How long it's been since I escaped from my prison. Many times I came close to being discovered. That would not have been good, they would probably take me back to that "prison". If they can even recognize me. I saw my reflection in a puddle once. I have grown very tall and pale, hidden by the dirt that streaked my very thin body. My black hair hung limp around my face, and black circles surrounded my eyes. My eyes have changed from the once vibrant emerald green that a lot of people have described my eyes of being to black. Simply said, I looked like a walking skeleton. I stared at the night sky and thought on how empty the sky looked, even with the millions of stars scattered around. It reminded me of how I felt. So many people calling them my friends, yet still filled with the cold and lonely feeling that never seem to disappear. People didn't seem to notice the changes that I have been through. They just saw 'The Golden Boy', they never knew the real me, the part of me that hid beneath. But what more can I expect, the world is ignorant, and that can't be changed.
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A/N:I need reviews if Im ever going to continue writing anything. This is me first fic so be gentle and help me a little!