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The Leftover by PUFFLEtwins

Format: One-shot
Chapters: 1
Word Count: 799

Rating: 15+
Warnings: Mild Language, Sensitive Topic/Issue/Theme

Genres: Horror/Dark, Angst
Characters: Lily, James, OtherCanon

First Published: 08/15/2011
Last Chapter: 09/29/2011
Last Updated: 09/29/2011


Banner: girl with one eye @TDA
Written for WeasleyTwin's Stream of Consciousness challenge.

I'm trapped like some animal in a cage. 

All for you.

It would be understandable to hate you for it.

So why do I love you so much?


Chapter 1: The Leftover.

Hi Guys! This one-shot was written for WeasleyTwins stream of consciousness challenge, this means that I had to write non-stop, not edit, and not reread my piece before posting. So go easy on me yeah?



That single thought of you makes me want to punch something.

No, not really.

Actually quite the opposite.

Who woulda thought, I fell for the price charming of the century and you hated me.

I'm just drowning in the cliche of it all.

But the thing is I never wanted to hurt you.

But I did.

My brain is so muddled, I just can't think.

Honestly you hurt me first.

So call it payback.

I love you.

I hate you.

I want you with me forever.

I want you.

You wanted her.

And I hate you for it.

I didn't mean to hurt her that badly.

Thinking over it I don't regret it.

She took you away from me.

You're long gone now.

Good riddance

Come back.

You never will.

Never for me.

Always her.

But I forgive you, to love someone you must always forgive.

And I love you.

But ohh how I hate you.

You placed me in my prison,trapped inside my own head never escaping what you and your girlfriend did to me.

On a good day I forgive you and sit quietly waiting for you to come, on a bad day I scream for all that you did to me all this raw pain I felt.

I hear your married now.

And it's not me.


Wasn't I good enough?


I never was.


Azkaban is a sad place.

How do you feel?

About placing a girl of nineteen in a prison?

Do you feel at all?

Maybe so, but it's not for me.

It's cold here.

Everything is so cold.

The stone that makes up this place feels like ice.

The people scream.

The guards enjoy sadness.

And I cry.

Sometimes people forget.

I never forgot you.

Did you forget me?

I wish you forgot me.

I feel empty.

Why do I feel empty?

I wish you were here.

Just so I could see your face.

You would never recognize me.

And that's good.

Just one more time I would like to see your beautiful face.

Call it Dieing wish.

It's closer now.

The darkness.

And fog.

I never got to kiss you.

I always wished I had.

Why did I never get to kiss you?

Because you hated me.

Why though?

Why did you hate me?

Because I was a slytherin?

Most likely.

I wasn't like the others.

You never saw that.

No one did.

I love you.

It's hurts.

Loving you.

Why did you make me hurt?

Because I hurt you?

It's funny though, I never thought you were one for revenge.

Revenge is sweet isn't it?

But I give up.

It's over, no more.

I sat up from the cold stone floor of my prison cell and leaned against the ice cold metal door.

I am trapped.

In my own cage.

Like some animal at a zoo.

All for you.

All for love.

Love hurts.

I wish I was dead.

You killed me.

How do you feel?



Do you regret it?


You wouldn't.

I know what you think about me.

None of it's good.

I will always love you.

You were my first and my last.

You taught me how to love.

Not how to stop.

I placed my pale hands on my face and screamed.

Screaming didn't help.


I wish it helped.

I shivered.

I want my bed.

What bed?

All I know is this cold stone floor and my haunting dreams.

My brother is dead.

Did you know that?

You wouldn't.

You never gave me a second of your time.

I gave you my life.

The darkness closes around me.

I can feel it coming near.

I ran my finger across my face feeling the dirt and grit that had settled its self into my skin.

Why are you not with me?

I can't see you.

I just have to see your face.

Just once.

I pressed the palms of my hands on my eyes trying to picture the beautiful face of yours.

Your messy hair.

The hazel eyes.

The perfect lips.

I will never see your face again.

The fog moved closer.

I looked around my prison.

A tiny cold room of stone.

Nothing else.

I will die here.

I never wanted you to be harmed.

I am going to die.

You don't care.

The darkness formed closer.

I wish I had another chance.

My eyes misted over.

One word was repeating in my head.

Over and over.

You would be the last thing I ever thought about.

Your name.

So beautiful.

My last word.