Chapter three: The Sixth Year
I was the freak.
The one who never spoke.
The one with no friends.
The one who clung to the shadows like the lifeline they were.
The one who never looked you in the eye.
The one that sat by themself.
The one you hated for simply existing.
I was the one you killed.
Did you not realize I was just as human as you are?
… That I too could be hurt?
Maybe even more than you could.
I guess not.
Because then maybe…
I wouldn't be just another painting hanging on the walls of this hell.
But you must have realized something…
…Or I wouldn't be up here.
Though maybe it was just your revenge at not being able to torture me for amusement anymore since now I am denied the death I had been wishing for with all my soul since you first laid your eyes on me so long ago.
Did you know? Even in death I can still remember every little thing you said and did to me. Even generations after your life has ended I still remember.
I know you forgot about me before they had even put my body six feet under where I wish my soul could have stayed. But why should you care?
You NEVER did before.
And sitting here in my jail cell for all eternity I am forced to watch as my story…
OUR story…
Plays out over and over again. Praying that this time it wont end in the child who stands where I once had giving their tormentor the satisfying victory I undoubtedly gave you.
But I know I'm not special enough to be the only or even the first one to stand in that role.
I am but one of over 14 percent of the Hogwarts student body.
After all…
Bullying is just part of being a kid. We all grow out of it eventually…
…Right?…