Too Many

Too Many

Too much blood covered the streets. Everywhere she looked there was blood. Blood was dried up on the streets, on the dry grass, on her clothes, even on the skin of her body.

Too much pain inflicted on everyone's hearts. She could hear no laughs anymore. Who would laugh when destruction was everywhere? No one dared to laugh anyway. They didn't want to be found.

Too many bodies lying dead on the ground. Everyone was dead. She saw only the weak shells of people desperately trying to live.

Too many tears had escaped her eyes. Crying was now a daily routine. Everybody cried, whether they were tough or weak. It was just done.

Too many lies she had heard. She couldn't trust anybody now. Everybody she had known had lied to her, and it was all she could do to keep on living.

Too many promises had been broken. He had promised to come out of this war alive but hadn't been able to keep that promise.

Too many times had her heart been broken again and again. Love had never been her best friend. Nobody had loved her, and she had only loved one man, and he was dead now.

Too many friends and family she had lost. She had nobody anymore. She had nobody to call Mother or Father or Brother or Sister or even Friend.

Too much weight she had lost. She couldn't recognize the girl looking back at her in the mirror. She was only the reflection, but not her. The girl in the mirror was ugly and pale and too skinny and weak. But the girl she had once been was beautiful, fun, and strong. It pained her to see her reflection.

Too much color had drained from her once pretty face. Everyone used to tell her that she looked like an angel, that wasn't true anymore.

Too many boyfriends had lied to her. How could anybody love somebody like her was what she kept telling herself. Nobody would want a poor, ugly, and weak girl. That wasn't what they were looking for.

Too many times she had let somebody control her. It had all started with Him. He had crushed her soul, had left her to die. But even when she hadn't died, he still controlled her every thought, every movement, and every word that came out of her mouth. All He wanted was her. And now He had her.

Too many times she had let fear overcome love. She would get scared and run away every time she had almost fallen in love. She wouldn't betray him. She wouldn't leave him. She'd always stay with him, even if he were dead.

Too many wishes that had never come true. She had learned to stop believing in pointless wishing. None of wishes had ever come true, he first crush hadn't loved her back, all of her pain had never gone away, and this war was still going on.

Too many prayers that had never been answered. There was no such thing as a God to her anymore.

Too much darkness that had taken over her once perfect world. Everything was dark and scary all around her. The grass was yellow and was burnt, houses were falling, and the sky seemed red from the burning sun.

Too many laughs. All she heard was evil, taunting laughs. It was as if every time they killed another, they were only proving to everyone that they were superior, that they were going to win this war. It made them laugh.

Too many screams. Nobody screamed for fear of being found, but she could still hear them everywhere she went. She remembered her friends scream as they died, she remembered her parents being tortured right in front of her and then later had Avada Kadavra on them. Their screams haunted her every day.

Too many tears. There wasn't a time when she could remember not crying. She cried all the time, even when she saw a burned flower. It reminded her of the flowers her mother had once picked during the spring, and she cried, remembering how happy she had once been.

Too many times she had thought about dying. She wanted it all to end. But she had a strength she wasn't willing to give up.

Too many hopes of ever coming out of this dreaded war alive. There was no such thing as hope anymore. Hope was long gone.

Too many times had she seen one of her friends die. Nobody was left to suffer with her. She knew that everybody else was happy, and she wanted them to be happy, but sometimes she wished that she had somebody to suffer with.

Too many times did she have to dream about seeing him die over and over again. It had been too hard for her the first time. She had loved him, had actually felt safe with, and now he was gone. Every time she closed her eyes, she would see him holding her, soothing her, wiping away her tears, and crying with her. She had opened up to him, and he had opened up to her. They were in love, and He had taken hi from her.

Too many permanent scars dented on her heart. She knew she would never be happy again. He was gone, her family was gone, and her friends were gone. Why should she be happy?

Too much blood had come out of her body from the cuts. Blood had stained her body and clothes. It was the only way she could forget about him, forget about what was happening, and forget about everything. She felt so good after it. She felt as if she was walking on water. She felt happy for once. It was her release.

Too many times had she been touched. She couldn't be near people anymore for fear of being raped or abused, not that there was anybody who would talk to her anyways.

Too many times had she been raped. Her body ached and stung. She been touched in places by people she wanted nobody to touch, except him. They'd forced him to watch while under one of the Unforgivable. She wouldn't even think about it, but it haunted her dreams when she did sleep to see the look in his eyes.

Too many screams pierced the night sky as another died. The screams only brought more tears to her eyes. She knew somebody was being tortured or being killed. She knew it all to well.

Too many cries of Avada Kadavra. Everybody knew those two words and everybody knew what had happened. Everybody anticipated the moment when that dreadful curse would finally hit their bodies. They knew it would happen someday, and they knew it would end for them.

Too many holes in her clothes. She didn't bother to change out of her tattered and disgusting clothing. It wasn't like there was anybody to impress.

Too much time. Time was a never-ending thing now. Time went on forever it seemed like. One day would feel like ten days. She felt so old when she was really only seventeen, no matter how old she looked and felt.

Too much sun. It shouldn't be allowed for the sun to shine in a time like this. It should've been raining. The sun only beat down on her tired body, it didn't make her tan and beautiful like it once did. That seemed like such a long time ago when it was only one and half years ago.

Too many people walking around asleep. How could these people sleep with the threat of being killed, she wondered? Maybe that's why they did it, so they would die. It seemed like the most peaceful death.

She'd seen too much. She had seen too many people dying. She had been through hell five hundred times, but still she wouldn't die. She couldn't. She would live through this for him. She would end this war for him. She was living only for him.