I've been reading the most beautiful drabbles on here and just thought I'd give it a go. This as you might guess is about Bellatrix, but I'm really hoping that if I get some positive responses to my attempt at drabbles, then I'll continue and write about more people (everyone). Requests are very welcome, in fact... they're encouraged!
She used to be so different
so vivid so glowing so alive
but now she's dying inside
because its not her world
she didn't see it grow
change shift morph
she thinks its still the same
the old ways
the past
memories
she doesn't know
she was locked away,
hidden...
imprisoned.
for crimes everyone knows she committed
because of her beliefs
because of her pride.
She survived only to find herself dying
fading
disappearing
and every day, every day
she's a little bit more...
loose around the edges.
She can't stop it.
She tries.
(fails).
She's angry, can't be stopped
she kills, because...
because?
Because if everyone else is dead,
she must seem more alive
(by comparison)
her whole life's a show
(always has been)
acting
lies
pride
she shouts it
screams at the world
(because no-ones listening anyway)
they think she's crazy
deranged and damaged
she's not, she's pretending.
Always.
Trying to hide bigger secrets.
And she's fading faster.
By the time she hits the ground.
By the time that spell hits home.
She's nothing.
A shell.
But then again...
She was nothing from the start.