AN All characters that are used in this story are, unfortunitly, not my property.
Prolog
Sometimes I feel as though I have no reason to live! Ever since the war between the boy-who-lived and he-who-must-not-be-named was fought and so many lives lost. noone but he could understand me. My friends had practically deserted me. Choosing rather to spend time with their girlfriends. Sure they've tried to spend time with me but it didn't help any. If anything it seemed to make things worse. But that doesn't matter. Just because they don't understand me doesn't mean that noone else does. He understands me. He understands the pain I've been through, the people I've lost, the sacrifices I've made, and most of all the complete and utter humiliation I went threw in order to survive. He is the only one who completely understood the reason I took the blade to my arm. He has empathy for the things I've been forced to go threw in my past, understands the pain of my present, and my fear of the future. He is there when I need a shoulder to cry on. When I need someone to rely on. When I need someone to console me after a nightmare of the things I went through. He is there to tell me that no matter what happens I will be loved and cared for. He taught me that no mater what the consequences, if I stood by the things and people that mattered the most to me that I could survive anything and everything. He was not only my friend but my savior. He is the reason I am still alive today.