NOTE: The quote is by Alfonso Cuaron, director of the 3rd Harry Potter movie. It's not an exact quote, but I think I got the gist of it.
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Growing up is tough.
Had he grown, or shrunk? He didn’t know. All he felt was pain, the same pain that had haunted him for two years. All because of her . The one who hurt him, who beat him.
The one who would save him. She had to. He was good, she wouldn’t just leave him. Or would she? He’d been good before. He’d smothered the demon for her.
But then it had gotten out, shown him the truth. He wasn’t good. He was bad. He’d never been good.
There she was, that girl he’d killed only a few years ago, crying, writhing, begging him to stop. Looking so much like she had when the demon won.
But he hadn’t stopped. He hadn’t and he never would, because he wasn’t a good man.
It’s the time when you realize that the real monster isn’t under your bed, it’s inside of you.
The demon was still there. He could feel it. What he couldn’t feel was his soul. Was it there? He didn’t know. He couldn’t know.
Pain shot through him again, shaking him, rousing his demon. He couldn’t let it out. If he did he would be free, he knew that. When the demon was with him, in him, chains couldn’t hold him. If it was free, he wouldn’t need her to come.
If it was free, she wouldn’t want to.
But it gets better. Because then you realize that what’s also inside of you is the ability to beat the monster.
Her face swam in his mind, giving him strength, feeding the void—or was it?—that rested in him.
He opened eyes that were swollen from being beaten so many times. There was one thought to soothe him, one thought to keep the demon locked away. One thought that fed what he thought might be his soul, that aching part that wouldn’t leave him alone, that he couldn’t lock away like he did with the demon:
She will come for me.
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A/N: So, does it suck? Review and tell me!
Author's Chapter Notes:
This is being reposted--it was deleted before :D