Coping
Chapter 6: Time Heals All Wounds
Buttamellow
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They say time heals all wounds. Well, they're all liars. They just need to take their stupid tomes and beat themselves over the head with them because the people who write those stupid proverbs obviously have no idea what they are talking about!
Time does not heal all wounds. Stupid idiots. Twits. Incompetent fools. Imbeciles. I could go on for ages.
One should actually say that time just causes wounds to fester and become more painful. It is as though says..."Oh look, you have a wound. How about I pour this nice lemon juice on it? I'll add a bit more each day so that eventually you'll be so consumed in it, you won't be able to concentrate on anything else."
I have honestly started to give up all hope on mankind. On Wizarding-kind at that.
I think it's time for me to find out what truly happened to Harry. They have to tell me. I will not take no for an answer. Harry was my best friend and I need to know. I need to know what happened to him. I don't want to hear, "Well Miss Granger, it's actually classified."
I don't care! Harry was my friend! One of my only friends at that and I will be damned if someone doesn't tell me what is going on.
Oh look, now I've started cursing. Mother isn't going to be pleased at all. Oh well.
Certain times call for certain measures. And my measure of patience has gone way over the top. I think I'm falling apart.
I will not cry again. I need to eat something. I need to...well, I need to find something that makes me happy.
The problem, though, is that right now...nothing does.