Hey guess who's back? Anyway just another bored one shot of mine. So read away.
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I remember a time when all in this world was good. When doing something wrong only got you a slap on the wrist. I remember the days we use to laugh and play, oh the fun we had. We were just kids without a care in the world. Never noticing the darkness that was rising over our world. I sometimes find myself wondering what if. What if we would have never been friends, would the future still had been the same? What if I was only stronger would I have died that night instead? That is all I have left to ask, to say, to wonder for the rest of my life. I have lost everything that I have ever loved, because I was to weak. I question why the hat sat me in that house, it should have known that I did not belong there. For I was not like the others, I could not look death in the eyes and laugh. And I should know what that is like more so than anyone else. Each day I wake to see the face of the devil. The man who took everything from me, the man who shows my weakness to all.
They have no respect for me when their eyes look into mine. I see nothing but hatred for what I have done. Funny how I can be worshipped like a hero on the side I fight against. And the ones that I fight with spit upon me. I hear the voice from so long ago screaming 'If they were here this would not be happening. They would not dare to touch you, or spit upon you.' I argue with the voice that I do not need anyone to fight my battles I can fight them myself. I can hear it's mocking laughs while countless curcio session play out in my mind. Where has my bravery gone, when did I lose it? Was it sixteen years ago that I lost it all. I lost more than my bravery that night, I lost my soul, my life, and more importantly my friends.
I have cried myself to sleep many of nights, holding on to a black and white photo. In the picture there sits a boy no more than seventeen in his dorm room, his face and arms bruised beyond human capability. To his left sits the grim smiling if at all that is possible. His blue eyes are haunting, even though he is jumping around the room. To the boy's right stands a magnificent stag. His head held up proudly with his chest poking out. I watch as the grim seeming to notice this takes aim at the stag and launches himself upon it's back, cause the stag to lose his footing and come crashing down in front of the boy. A true smile crosses my face for the first time in ages, it fades when I look to the boy's right hand. For upon his hand is but a rat, who was trying to prove to the world that rats could laugh. He was rolling back and forth on the boys hand, with his front paws over his stomach. The laughter stopped when the stag grabbed him by the back and tossed him into the air. The Grim seeming to want a midnight snack jumps for the rat only to have his meal swiped away by the boy who was screaming at them.
I wipe a tear from my as once again I wonder why I did it. Why did I betray them. Why couldn't I stand up strong for what I believe in. The books you read about me are wrong I am not some tragic hero. I am but a coward, with no where left to go. I am not some power craving fool. I am just looking for answer as to why I did what I did. But, the answer will have to come another time. For devil himself has called.
Sincerely,
Messer. Wormtail
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