It's over
By sweetfrv
I awake every morning to an ongoing pain. It never seems to diminish. I've tried to be strong and hold everything together, but nothing seems worth it any longer.
No one notices my despair day after day. A small smile and a courteous nod is all that's needed to avert their attention from my abnormal behavior. They see what they want to see, they don't see me. The people around me see the savoir of the wizarding world and the one that's supposed to defeat Voldemort.
They don't see what they should see.
They don't see an injured spirit that's trying to break free from this insane madness that happens to be my life. They don't see a scared teenager hoping that someone finally notices that something's wrong.
Well, it's too late for that now. I'm far beyond curing as I write this.
You all should've noticed the loneliness and depression that was sliding around me. Deeper and deeper I slid into an irreversible state that eventually became a constant burden. No one noticed the warning signs. No one seemed to notice the self-mutilation that I was putting myself through.
But the cutting was the only thing that kept me here for this long. It kept me feeling alive. It made me believe that maybe someone would finally take notice to what was happening to me, but no one ever did.
Honestly, put yourself in my position. I had a horrible childhood with relatives that beat me, neglected me, and hated me. They locked me in a cupboard underneath the stairs for a large portion of my life. That's not exactly a wonderful life, now is it? Then when I find out there is more to my life, I find out that it's not going to come without a price.
I've been expected to kill Voldemort ever since I was introduced into the wizarding world. That was a difficult price to pay for an eleven year old. But that didn't bother anyone, because I was Harry Potter.
I was strong and I could handle anything that was thrown my way. That was before, this is now.
The man I considered a father was killed on my behalf, don't you think that screwed me up just a little bit? Everyone thinks that I'm fine with Sirius being gone. Well guess again? Since it happened, I blamed myself because I knew that I should have listened and not gone. It's entirely my fault that I lost my godfather.
And let's not even think about Cedric, who still haunted me to this very day. If I just would have taken the cup by myself, he would've lived. I damn myself for this as well.
Then there were my parents. They shouldn't have died, that was my fault as well. If they hadn't tried to protect me, they could have lived full and happy lives.
So, all I've got to say is suicide is the only way to stop this pain. I'm tired of remembering my failures, my mistakes, and everything else that goes along with being the Boy-Who-Lived.
Harry placed the letter on the stairs of the Astronomy Tower. Walking up to one of the windows, he let his last tears slide down his cheeks. Stepping up onto the ledge of the window, he looked down below. It was a far way down; he would never survive that fall. Looking back one more time, he slowly edged out before jumping. No screams or yelps came as he quickly descended to the ground. Right before he hit the ground, he screamed, "I WAS NEVER WORTH IT!" Short after, a sickening cracking sound was heard. He was gone forever.
But he was finally free.
A/N: I just thought that I would write this because I'm really into writing the dark/angsty stuff anyway. Please review on this and tell me what you thought.
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