Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter and Co. That will become VERY clear during this story; wait till you see what I did to Cho!
Summary: Everybody grieves differently. Why should Cho Chang be any different? Dark thoughts cloud Cho's mind after Cedric's death.
A/N: See bottom of the page.
How dare you, you bastard I told you not to enter that damned Tri-wizard Tournament, but you did anyway, and now I'm left to face the world on my own.
All around me your friends and family cry, grieving their loss. As your coffin is lowered into the ground your mother comforts your sobbing father. He's a wreck, you know that? You made him like that. You turned a strong, solid man into a sobbing wreck. But he's not the only person whom has changed. Oh, no. Your idiotically stubborn actions have affected many people.
Harry Potter for one. Yeah, remember him? He's the one who had to watch you die AND You-Know-Who come back. He's just a kid, only 14-years-old. You killed all of what was remained of his innocence; you forced him to grow-up.
The boys gone, he's a man now. But that's not all the people you've killed on the inside. There's me too.
Remember the happy, preppy girl? The one who's favorite colour was pink and read teen-magazines, the one who would never even think of putting blade to wrist, and swore off all alcohol until the legal age? Well, that's all different.
The boys gone, he's a man now. But that's not all the people you've killed on the inside. There's me too.
Remember the happy, preppy girl? The one who's favorite colour was pink and read teen-magazines, the one who would never even think of putting blade to wrist, and swore off all alcohol until the legal age? Well, that's all different.
Happy and preppy have been replaced with depressed and gothic, pink by black, reading teen-magazines by writing bad poetry. My body is now littered with pale scars and my room by empty Firewhisky bottles.
I am called over to say one last thing to you before you are covered for eternity by a warm blanket of soil.
"I hate you so much for making me love you. No-matter where you go, no-matter what happens to you, remember that." I recite, tossing a black rose on-top of your casket and turning my back on you, and everything we ever had.
The End