~Screaming~

you're too pale, it's wrong, that's not you, you never looked like that, you were far too proud, far too vain. if you saw what i'm seeing your eyes would go wide like mine and your jaw would drop like mine and you'd stamp and curse like i'm doing now and you'd SWEAR, you'd scream, "get some fucking colour into my cheeks, and for the sake of all that's holy, find me a robe that matches my FUCKING suit!" because it's wrong and you look like a stranger, like a child's badly-dressed doll or an abandoned mannequin or a bonfire guy but your face is like a fucking cold stone statue, not like the hot, sweaty, living flesh i kissed last night, and you wouldn't be screaming like you screamed last night, like i was your world, your life, because you don't have a world any more, or maybe you do but it isn't this one, and you sure as hell don't have a life any more and i hate you and i have no pity for you because it's all your fault, you stupid worthless bastard, how could you do that? how could you be so goddamn stupid? children cross the road every day you STUPID FUCKING IDIOT, why weren't you looking where you were going and why the bloody fuck were you in muggle london anyway? and if you weren't already dead i'd want to wrap my fingers around your throat and squeeze with all my strength until you turned blue and your eyes bulged out and you choked on your own tongue because you DARED to leave me alone. I hate you for leaving me. all. hate you ALL. you're ALL DEAD. I hate you I hate you hateyouhatehateyou.

who's screaming? and will they never FUCKING STOP?

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