He was dying. He could feel it.
The pain started to numb, his blood pool around him.
It was useless. This was happening.
'I'm going to die,' he thought sluggishly.
'I'm going to die, and I don't even care.' his body gave a rattle as his lungs fought for air.
He could hear his uncle laugh loudly at the telly.
He could hear his aunt puttering around the kitchen.
He could hear his cousin waddle down the stairs, yelling for more food.
'Maybe this is for the best.' his heartbeat started to slow.
'I'll finally be free' slower, slower.
'I can see them again' inhale, rattle, slower, slower...
'it's okay' slower, slower...
Stop...
'I'm okay with this.'
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Revenge Served Cold
FanfictionHarry dies from his uncle's latest beating in the summer before his sixth year. One would think death after violence would bring peace. But peace is only for those who actually want it. After having a "good 'ol Heart to heart" with Death themselves...
