Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling. The plot is mine, though.

Summary: Every time that thought crosses my mind, I can feel emptiness fill my body and I instantly felt cold. I could not even feel the hotness from the fire; all I could feel is the coldness attacking every piece of me - even my heart of stone.

Author's Note: I want to thank Friday and Catmint…Thanks for your reviews…

I'm all Alone
by katorse

Chapter Two: Tears

Sitting blankly in my room, I, once again, was in a trance. I am always like this for weeks now. I am losing my ground and I don't know where to put these feelings. I've never felt this mad before, so crazy that I just want to scream out loud... But I know I can't.

It just started the day I realized that excruciating thought. Every time that thought crosses my mind, I can feel emptiness fill my body. I could feel all my blood rushing and I instantly felt cold. I could not even feel the hotness radiated by the fire burning across me. All I could feel is the coldness attacking every piece of me -- even my heart of stone.

I shiver once again, now with almost a different reason. Not because of the coldness flowing in my nerves, but the warmth of the substance freely falling down my cheek.

I don't even know where it came from but I just realized that out of all the pain I've gone through, I still know how to cry. I can't even remember the last time I ever cried my heart out.

But I know I did.

Maybe out of depression, that tear voluntarily fell out of my eye, or maybe, just because of tiredness. I don't know. Maybe out of a thousand reasons, I still wouldn't comprehend. And if ever there's a possibility that I would have known the reason, I'll just not bother to know why that tear ever did come out of my eye.

I'm tired. I haven't slept for nights now – three consecutive nights to be exact. And it's fairly obvious, my skin is even paler than what it used to be, and I think, it would never be at its normal state again.

I breathe deeply, filling my lungs as much air as possible, hoping that by the time I exhale, all the load I'm carrying will be flown out of my system and into the dark vast sky above me.

Again, another tear fell. But now it is my decision to let it go. But I never realized that letting it go would only give me another tear to fall.

Unfortunately, I did.

And by the time I found out, I don't have the power to control it – to stop it from falling.